Fabry. Downstairs in the office. He’s working out some calculations.
Domin. I’ve called him. We must have a conference. (Crosses to L.)
Alquist. Thank God Madame Helena can still play. (Hallemeier crosses to L.1 door, opens it slightly and listens to music. Enter Busman L.2.)
Fabry. Look out, Bus—look out for the wires.
Dr. Gall. What’s that you’re carrying?
Busman. (Laying the books on the table L.C.) The ledger, my boy. I’d like to wind up the accounts before—before— (Domin crosses up to window.) Well, this time I shan’t wait till the New Year to strike a balance. What’s up? (Goes to window) Absolutely quiet.
Dr. Gall. Can’t you see anything?
Busman. Nothing but blue—blue everywhere.
Dr. Gall. That’s the Robots.
Domin. The Robots are unloading firearms from the Amelia.