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PERKINS: Oh, can't you understand, the Eel is the nickname, the alias of one of the slickest crooks in the country, Billy Bradley.
BROOKY: Billy Bradley? Oh yes, I've heard of him.
PERKINS: Well, that's the Eel.
BROOKY: Oh I see; well, what about him?
PERKINS: He's been taken, or at least is going to be.
BROOKY: What's he done?
PERKINS: (Looking at BROOKY surprised.) You're up on that Worthington robbery, aren't you?
BROOKY: What robbery is that?
PERKINS: (Disgusted.) Don't tell me you don't know that burglars entered Mrs. Demming Worthington's house last night, and made off with a five thousand dollar necklace?
BROOKY: I hadn't heard of it.
PERKINS: Good heavens, man! hasn't your paper got it?
BROOKY: (Going L.) I don't know. I never read our paper. (Perkins follows BROOKY in disgust.)
O'MARA: (Smiling.) Well, I don't know but what you're just as well off. (Enter INSPECTOR door C., O'MARA comes from behind desk and stands above it for INSPECTOR to cross him.)
PERKINS: Good evenin', Inspector.
INSPECTOR: (Glancing about room, without stopping, goes straight to stool behind desk.) How are you, boys! (INSPECTOR salutes O'MARA as he pa.s.ses him, O'MARA returns the salute, then goes to upper end of desk, where he stands.)
BROOKY: How do you do, sir.
INSPECTOR: (Back of desk.) Well, O'Mara. They've got the Eel.
O'MARA: They have?
INSPECTOR: Dugan is on his way up with him now.
PERKINS: I guess it will go pretty hard with him, won't it Inspector?
INSPECTOR: If he is guilty.
PERKINS: Well, he is, isn't he?
INSPECTOR: I believe every man innocent until proven guilty.
BROOKY: Bravo, Inspector! Those are my sentiments.
INSPECTOR: I've sent for Mrs. Worthington. When we get her, Goldie, the Eel and Dugan together, we shall be able to get a clearer view on the matter. Bring up Goldie. (O'MARA exits door L.)
PERKINS: (Coming R. C.) Inspector, has this girl Goldie Marshall ever been up before?
INSPECTOR: Well, she's been arrested a number of times, on shop-lifting charges, but we've never been able to prove anything on her.
PERKINS: Perhaps she's square after all.
INSPECTOR: Not at all unlikely; as I said before, I believe a person innocent until proven guilty.
BROOKY: (Crossing R. to railing of desk.) And as I said before--Bravo, old chap. (The INSPECTOR looks at BROOKY sternly and he retires up stage R. confusedly, b.u.mping into chair, sits in it.)
PERKINS: (Crossing R. to railing.) Inspector?
INSPECTOR: Well?
PERKINS: I suppose many a person has been railroaded through the System?
INSPECTOR: (Rising angrily.) System! How dare you! What do you mean?
PERKINS: I--I--beg your pardon, Inspector, I--
BROOKY: (Rising from chair and coming down L. of PERKINS.) I say, don't make a bally a.s.s of yourself.
INSPECTOR: Don't ever let me hear you say that again. (Voices of O'MARA and GOLDIE are heard off L.) (Enter GOLDIE, followed by O'MARA. Door L.)
GOLDIE: (Jerking away from O'MARA.) Well, don't yank my arm off.
(Looking around room.) I know the way. (Starts R.)
O'MARA: (Following GOLDIE, catches her by the back of neck as she reaches C.) Don't give me any back talk or I'll yank your neck off.
INSPECTOR: O'Mara! let go your hold. Don't forget you're dealing with a woman. (O'MARA releases hold.)
GOLDIE: (Mockingly courteous.) Thanks, Inspector! What'll I send you for Christmas, a bunch of sweet forget-me-nots or a barrel of pickles?
INSPECTOR: Goldie, don't be so incorrigible.
GOLDIE: Gee! but you're an educated guy.
INSPECTOR: Have a seat. (O'MARA jumps for chair with mock politeness.)
GOLDIE: (To reporters.) He's polite, too. (Crosses to chair.)
INSPECTOR: Well, Goldie!
GOLDIE: (Sitting.) Well, Inspector!
INSPECTOR: Do you intend to stay here to-night or are you going to get bail?
GOLDIE: Where would I get bail?
INSPECTOR: I thought perhaps some gentleman friend of yours--