Gentleman—I must be going.
Selina—Would you mind dropping me at my apartments?
Gentleman—(Coldly.) Certainly not, if you wish.
(Exeunt Selina and Gentleman. Bart, King and Officer bow to her with mock courtesy as she passes them.)
Officer—She's got her nerve, all right. Knew I picked a pippin' when I married her. She'll cook up some story to hoodwink him before they get to her apartments. (Stands in doorway, meditatively.)
King—Died in her mother's arms! And I've been keeping the fictitious old lady eight years.
Bart—I'll put no flowers on her grave, the siren.
King—She worked us all very nicely, didn't she?
Bart—(Suddenly.) King, our hands are bloodless. We have not murdered Selina!
(King and Bart fall into one another's arms, overcome with emotion. Miss Brown watches them a moment in supreme disgust.)