Mrs. F. Dr. Fluke, why do you stand there like a post? Why don’t you send for the police before that Chinaman does anything desperate? He is crazy and so are you.
Dr. F. Humph! He’s drunk!
Mrs. F. He’s crazy. Mike, run for the police.
Dr. F. Mike, stay where you are, to assist me.
Mrs. F. What are you going to do, Henry?
Dr. F. Going into that room. (Mrs. F. throws up her hands and then suddenly lays hold of Dr.’s coat tails.) Let me alone. (Breaking loose, raps on door; Mrs F. runs to door L. Dr. calls) “Patsy!” “Say! Chin Sum!” (Voice inside) “Sir.” Will you let me in? (Voice answers.) “No.” I don’t want to arrest you. (Voice indistinctly.) I give you my word of honor. What? Yes, I’ll send them all out.
Mrs. F. Indeed, I wont go out and see you killed.
Dr. F. Harriet, how could you see me killed if you went out. (Through door.) Yes, I’ll send them all. Mike go at once. Harriet, please go. He wont open the door till you all go. He is afraid we’ll take him to jail.
Mike. Sarve him good and roight, I say.
Mrs. F. Yes he ought to be jailed for acting that way. (Exit Mike to operating room, D. F.)