(Nervous and irritated) Luther! How do you know so much about everyone . . . and everything that’s going to happen?

You knew Grandfather was going to be killed in that auto accident on the cliff road last year. How?

But she isn’t really ill or terribly old! Her heart is weak, but I’m taking good care that she isn’t excited . . . doesn’t overexert herself.

I don’t care about the money, Grandmother. And I don’t see why Luther should care. He’s as old as you are!

Grandmother! Won’t you please see them? . . . talk to them for just a moment?

(Goes to door) I’m sorry, Grandmother . . . so sorry.

(Comes on, sobbing and frightened) Oh, Margot! I’m so sorry. I’m such a fool. I shouldn’t have asked Mr. Cranston to come here!

Uncle Edward came up . . . said that you had come to ask questions . . . (On verge of hysteria) that I had asked you to come. She got so excited she forgot she’d just begged me not to leave her alone with Uncle Edward! Told me to get out . . . to tell you to get out of her house!

No! He heard me talking to you . . . on the gatehouse extension . . . and Uncle Edward must have been listening on this library phone.