Inspector Zindel (approaching from the fireplace, mysteriously). Do you know, Miss Clara?
Aunt Clara (with a start). Goodness!... What is it?
Inspector Zindel. I say, Miss Clara? You'll put in a good word for me with the young master? A fellow does want to know where he's at.
Aunt Clara. Yes, yes. (Listens toward the outside.)
Inspector Zindel. Especially now that the old master is dead, and the young master doesn't know about things, all of the work is on a fellow's shoulders, you see.
Aunt Clara (still listening). Don't you hear something, Zindel? It seems to me?
Inspector Zindel (is startled and listens also). Where, pray tell?...
[Brief silence.]
Aunt Clara (taking her hand from her ear). No, nothing. It only seemed to me....
Inspector Zindel. Heavens, Miss Clara!... Where was it—? (He walks up and down restlessly.)