_ DONOHUE _gives a little start and then
comes_ L.C. _The_ POLICEMAN _jumps down all the way in fireplace,
and comes into the room to console table_ L. _end of chesterfield.
His uniform is covered with soot, and so are his face and hands._ DUNN
_goes down_ L. _below door._)
DUNN. I sent him to see if they'd hidden that knife up there?
DONOHUE. Good. (_To_ POLICEMAN.) Find anything?
POLICEMAN. Nothing but dirt. Who pays for this uniform?
DONOHUE. You don't, anyway. Could you hear anything while you were up
there?
POLICEMAN. Not a thing.
DONOHUE. You are sure?
POLICEMAN. Certain.
DONOHUE. Go and get a bath.
POLICEMAN. 'Tain't Saturday.
(_He exits at_ L. DONOHUE _crosses_ R. _Pause_.)
DUNN (_down_ L. _After a pause_). Don't it beat _Hell_?
DONOHUE. Why?
DUNN. That knife couldn't have flew away.
DONOHUE (_coming_ C.). We'll find it eventually. It's in this room
somewhere.
DUNN. No, sir, it ain't.
DONOHUE. Where have you looked?
DUNN. Everywhere.
DONOHUE. Not hidden in the furniture?
DUNN. I'll gamble it ain't. Took up all the rugs, shook 'em. Dug through
the upholstery in the furniture, looked back of mat on the wall. It's
not in the bric-a-brac, or whatever these swells call their jugs.
(DONOHUE _crosses towards table_ R.)
DONOHUE. Unless we find it on the old woman, it's still in this room.
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