Ellery. Ich auch——
Countess. Warum laden sie mich nicht zum Biltmore zum Thee ein?
Ellery. Mit dem grössten——
Countess. Vergnuegen?
Ellery. (Relieved) Yes, that’s the word—Vergnuegen.
Peale. I’ll bet there’s a Berlitz in her family somewhere.
Countess. Au revoir, Mr. Martin—(Turning to Rodney) Vous êtes trop aimable. Je vous remercie beaucoup de votre politesse. Au revoir—(Goes to Peale—in undertone) So long, kid, call me up sometime. (And then, chattering a stream of German to Ellery, they exit door left)
Rodney. (Closes door after Countess exits) Well, I’ve got to hand it to her. The Countess is a fake. Ellery is a flivver and McChesney’s on his way here with that phoney check. (Goes to his chair behind desk)
Peale. I can see Sing-Sing from here. (Goes to chair L. corner, sits quickly)
(McChesney bursts in, followed by Mary.)