The Girl. Your office. I'm one of your personal stenographers, sir.
Strickland. Oh. I suppose I didn't recognize you on account of the hat. What do you want?
The Girl. There were some letters which came late this afternoon—
Strickland [interrupting harshly]. And you're bothering me with them now? [He crosses to the door, and holds it open.] I've got no time. Good night.
The Girl [timidly]. I thought you'd want to see these letters.
Strickland. Plenty of time to-morrow.
The Girl. But you won't be here to-morrow, will you?
Strickland [starting violently]. Won't be here? What do you mean?
The Girl. You're taking the train to Chicago to-night.
Strickland. How did you know—[He stops himself. Then, with forced ease.] Taking a train to Chicago? Of course not! What put that in your head?