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ANDREWS. [Enters.] Here are the papers, Mr. Hegan. They must be signed now if they're to catch this mail.
HEGAN. All right.
[Sits at desk up stage and writes.]
LAURA. [Stands by table, staring before her; picks up book carelessly from table.] "Ivanhoe"... [Fingers it idly and a slip of paper falls to floor. She picks it up, glances at it, then starts.] Oh!.. . [Reads.]
"Memo to G., two hundred thousand on Court deal. GRIMES." Two hundred thousand on Court deal! [Glances back at her father; then replaces slip and lays book on table.] Father, have you read "Ivanhoe"?
HEGAN. [Without looking up.] I'm reading it now. Why? Do you want it?
LAURA. No; I just happened to notice it here.
HEGAN. [Looks up sharply, watches her, then finishes writing.] There!
[Rises; the sound of a motor heard.] What's that?
ANDREWS. [Near window.] It's Mr. Grimes.
LAURA. [Starting.] Grimes!
HEGAN. [TO ANDREWS.] Bring him in.
[ANDREWS exit.]
LAURA. Father! Why do you bring that man here?
HEGAN. I'll not do it again, dear. I didn't realize. He happened to be in the neighborhood...
LAURA. I won't meet him!
HEGAN. [Putting his arm about her.] Very well, dear; come away. Try to stop worrying yourself now, for the love of me...
[Leads her off left.]
ANDREWS. [At window.] This way, Mr. Grimes.
[GRIMES enters; a powerfully built, broad-shouldered man of about fifty, with a ma.s.sive jaw, covered with a scrubby beard; the face of a bulldog; a grim, masterful man, who never speaks except when he has to. He enters and seats himself in a chair by the table.] Will you have a cigar?
[Grimes takes a cigar, without comment, and chews on it; sits, staring in front of him.] Mr. Hegan will be here directly, Sir.
[He nods, and ANDREWS exit. GRIMES continues to chew and stare in front of him. He is not under the necessity of making superfluous motions.]
HEGAN. [Enters left.] h.e.l.lo, Grimes!
GRIMES. h.e.l.lo!
HEGAN. [Betraying anxiety.] Well?
GRIMES. It's done.
HEGAN. What?
GRIMES. It's done.
HEGAN. Good! [Grimes nods.] How did you manage it?
GRIMES. [Grimly.] I put my hand on 'em!
HEGAN. Which one? Porter? [GRIMES nods.] Oh, the old hypocrite! What did you offer him? Cash? [GRIMES shakes his head slowly.] What?
GRIMES. Discipline!
HEGAN. [Perplexed.] But... a judge!
GRIMES. When a man's once mine, he stays mine... no matter if it's a life job I give him.
MEGAN. But are you sure it's safe?
GRIMES. The decision comes tomorrow.
HEGAN. [Starting.] What?
GRIMES. Tomorrow noon.
HEGAN. But how can they write the decision?
GRIMES. They'll adopt the minority opinion.
HEGAN. Oh! I see!
[Chuckles.]
GRIMES. You be ready.
MEGAN. Trust me! I'll have to go in now.
GRIMES. It'll be a great killing. Old Murdock has plunged up to his neck!
HEGAN. I know! We'll lay them flat. I'll get ready. [Rises.] Old Porter!
Think of it! When did you see him?
GRIMES. Last night.
HEGAN. I see. I'll be with you.
GRIMES. Just a moment. I'll take the money.
HEGAN. Oh, yes. Why don't you let me hold it and buy for you?
GRIMES. I'll buy for myself.
