Even a secretary is entitled to a day off, Mr. Windsor. . . . I’ve been downtown all day.

Why . . . yes. It’s the jewel case you had out this morning. I – I gathered that it contained the string of pearls you’d bought for Miss Blake.

How could I? The pearls were in the safe. . . . I don’t even know the combination.

(Sarcastically) And women. . . . You forgot women. . . . I never had the wonderful way with them that my famous cousin had! 

(Grimly) Drop that phone, Archie. . . . 

(Almost incoherent with rage) All these years . . . how I’ve hated you . . . hated fawning on you, calling you Mr. Windsor, listening to your idiotic prattling. And now you’re . . . 

Yes. The police were waiting for me at the house this morning when I got back from my day off. . . . They want to question me here. 

Well, frankly . . . he was just about the most self-centered man in the world. He couldn’t stand being in the background for a minute. It was always top billing for Archie Windsor. . . . He wouldn’t have it any other way.

(Cuts in) Oh, yes. . . . I did hear some conversation about it. . . . I was getting ready to leave for the day.