HEGAN. Very well.
[Sits at desk.]
GRIMES. It"s two hundred thousand.
HEGAN. That"s right. [Writes a check, rises and gives it to Grimes.]
There.
GRIMES. [Studies the check, nods, and puts it away carefully.] When"s the next train?
HEGAN. In about ten minutes. [Rings bell.] Andrews!
ANDREWS. [Enters left.] Yes, Sir.
HEGAN. I"m going into town at once. Telephone orders to the house.
ANDREWS. Yes, sir. And shall I come in this evening?
HEGAN. Yes; you"d better. And telephone Mr. Isaacson and Mr. Henry Sterns to meet me at eight o"clock for an important conference at.. .
let me see, where?
GRIMES. At my rooms.
HEGAN. Very good. And they"re not to fail on any account. It"s urgent.
ANDREWS. Yes, sir.
[HEGAN and GRIMES go off centre. ANDREWS remains sorting papers. A knock, right.]
ANDREWS. Come in!
[MONTAGUE enters.]
ANDREWS. Oh, good afternoon. I was looking for you, Mr. Montague. Mr.
Bullen has come.
MONTAGUE. Oh! Where is he?
ANDREWS. He"s waiting. I"ll tell him you"re here.
[Exit right.]
MONTAGUE. [Stands at window and sees motor departing.] Grimes! I wonder what that means? [Turns away.] And what a coincidence, that I should be here! Humph! Well, it"s not my doings. Ah! Bullen!
JACK. [Enters, right, in great excitement.] Montague!
MONTAGUE. Yes.
JACK. I"ve got "em!
MONTAGUE. What?
JACK. I"ve got "em!
MONTAGUE. You don"t mean it!
JACK. Got "em dead! Got everything! There"s never been a case like it!
MONTAGUE. [Gazing about.] Ssh! Where was it?
JACK. At Judge Porter"s house.
MONTAGUE. What?
JACK. Yes.... Grimes came there.
MONTAGUE. When?
JACK. Last night. My friend was in the next room... he heard everything!
MONTAGUE. And what are they going to do?
JACK. Porter is to switch over, and sign the minority opinion, and that"s to come out as the decision of the Court.
MONTAGUE. Good G.o.d! When?
JACK. Tomorrow.
MONTAGUE. Impossible!
JACK. There"s to be a meeting of the judges this afternoon. See...
here"s the decision! [Takes paper from pocket.] The one they mean to kill!
MONTAGUE. [Looks at paper.] Merciful heavens!
JACK. And look here! [Unfolds a paper, which has pasted on it bits of a torn and charred note.] He threw this in the fireplace, and it didn"t burn.
MONTAGUE. Bullen!
JACK. In Grimes" own handwriting: "My Dear Porter--I will call"... you can see what that word was... "at eight-thirty. Very urgent." How"s that?
MONTAGUE. Man, it"s ghastly! [A pause.] How did you manage to get these?
JACK. It"s a long story.
MONTAGUE. How did Grimes work it? Money?
JACK. Not a dollar.