Alias Miss Sherlock by Arthur Lewis Tubbs

Act one of Alias Miss Sherlock by Arthur Lewis Tupps. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information Otter Volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. Alias Miss Sherlock. Cast of characters as they are first heard to speak. Lily Anne Help at the Farm read by Devorah Allen, Aaron Flint, The hired Man read by Ala Mapstone.

Missus Brewster from New York read by t. J. Burns Helen Brewster, her Daughter read by Jan Broder. Leonard Fillmore, A young country Lawyer read by Jeff Butterfield. Sarah Newcombe, sister of Missus Brewster, read by Abba Ye. Dick Brewster read by David Purdy, Henson a Butler read by Adrian Stephens, Ralph Deering read by Matthew Rees, Henry Markham A Detective read by Todd ARTHA Through Higgins read by Wayne Cook, Delphine read by Jay Green Veo

Stage directions read by Michael Max Synopsis. Act one Yard of Miss Newcombe's fog, Brookville, New York, on an afternoon late in August. Act two The Home of Missus Brewster, New York City two weeks later. Act three an apartment uptown, New York. Two more days have elapsed. Act four same as Act two, three weeks later, time of playing two hours and a half. Costumes and characteristics. Lilian Plain rather severe looking and bossy countrywoman

of about forty, a likable character in spite of her brusqueness. In first act she wears calico or gingham dress with apron regular farm hired girl get up, not untidy nor too neat. In fourth act somewhat exaggerated going away costume of a country bride, but by no means grotesque airum flint middle aged farmhand. Quaint and comical, but not a caricature. In first act baggy old trousers, dark shirt and suspenders, dusty boots or shoes, and large straw

hat. Act four rather conspicuous new suit, hat, etc. With brightly polished new shoes. Missus brusnerome haughty woman of the society, climber type about fifty or fifty five, stately with gray hair and attractive face. Elegant summer costume in first act. Afterwards appropriate costumes, rich and attractive with jewels.

All a bit extravagant, but still in good taste. Hallam Brewster, a girl of about twenty five, citified and of beauty and charm, reflecting to a degree her mother's pompous manner, but still capable of inspiring admiration and eventually confidence and sympathy. Dainty dress was hat and parasol in Act one. Later

elegant house dresses. Leonard Fillmore about thirty, tall, well built, good looking, of a rather free, offhand manner, but gen and ingratiating, just a slight trace of ruralism, but still a man of refinement and culture. Plain suits. Sarah Newcombe a neat prim but attractive woman of forty five or thereabouts, an old maid, but of the sweet mother and home variety.

Not green, though ingenuous, and just a bit countrified. In last three acts on occasion assumes a bit more of greenness than is really natural to her. Act one plain summer dress, Acts two, three and four a little more dressy, but plain and appropriate. Dick Brewster, a handsome, boyish young man of about twenty two, shows some evidence of fast living, but should inspire sympathy, pity, and belief in his innocence. One suit

in good city style, but with some signs of rough usage. Acts two and three say more similar but nater Henson conventional type of English butler, straight, stiff, pompous black suit, not necessarily livery or evening clothes, but appropriate to his position in city house of some social distinction. Ralf Deering about fifty five, wealthy man of the world of rue type stout florid for near of Polish, but showing his true nature on provocation. Very well dressed with

stylish topcoat, stick et cetera. Henry Markham Stern, keen eyed man of thirty five or so in plain business suit, Officer Higgins police uniform or plain dar suit. Delphine young woman of Stern forbidding aspect, pale, light eyes, very black hair somewhat incongruous with her natural coloring. Speaks with assumed but excellent French accent. Acts free, plain black costume not that of the conventional stage made hair plainly combed with no cap. Act four plain street dress with

wraps, hat and veil alias Miss Sherlock. Act one scene the yard of a comfortable farm residence in the northeastern part of New York State. The house right is an ancient, but fine and well preserved structure of the old homestead

type. There is a porch, windows with vines, plants, etc. A cross back of stage, a fence with open gate center at left, a small arbor or summer house on the edge of an orchard at back, a road leading to right and left beyond fence, and on flat the glimpse of rolling fields, a church spire, and the roofs of a few houses scattered in the distance. It is the afternoon of a day in the latter part of August. At rise, Eron Flint is heard whistling off left upper

entrance. Missus Brewster is discovered in hammock or chair in arbors, left asleep, a book fallen to the ground. Enter Aaron Flint left upper entrance, beyond fence to gate center. Almost at the same moment, Lilian appears on porch of house. Eron carries several letters sealed, addressed and stumped, a newspaper or two, and a good sized puzzles post package of books addressed. Lilian comes down to write center that the mail Aaron. Let's see quite a

lot, ain't they. She takes letters from him, should say they was most all for Missus Brewster, though and a letter for her daughter. Seems to me it tain't nothing but them around here one way another. I wonder how much longer they're going to stay land. I don't know. Looks like we got them saddled on to us for life. Been here since June,

and here tis most September. She is closely inspecting the letters. Tis wonder to me, Miss Newcomb, don't get tired aborting them for nothing and having them putting on such airs and all, even if they are our own sister and niece. All fired, cheeky I call it, well, you know her, easy as all get out. Guess I'm the one to do most

of the kicking when you come right down to it. All the extra work they make with coffee, took up to their rooms at night in the morning luncheon as they call it, about half past one, and dinner full meal. Mind you, it's seven at night, when it's most time for sensible folks to be going to bed. Keeps me up all hours. I must say, I'm getting pretty tired of it. I guess you'd be. And no wonder, but as she's saying, Miss newcome's that easy. She wouldn't

say a word even if they stay till Kingdom come. If there ever was a saint on earth, she's one. Well, even saints get imposed on, but I suppose being saints, it's up to them not to find any fault, even when it's rubbed in. For my part, I think even a saint ought to have a little gumption. That's more books for her, Yep, some more of them, Sherlock Holmes detective stories she's always reading. I reckon must be four or five here from the Heath the Bundle. Well,

it beats all the amount of that trash she does. Read them, terrible yarns, all about murders and mysteries land. I should think she'd be so full of murder clues in everything, and she couldn't sleep nights. They'd give me the creeps if I was to read them the way she does. Oh, I don't know. I sort of like them myself. Miss Newcombe lent me a few, and they certainly are hummers. I sure would like to be one of them detectives they tell about, with all the excitement they

have tracing up murderers and such. Yeah, it's a pretty detective you'd make. You'd better be getting along detecting a few chores instead of standing here talking murder clues here, I'll take that bundle in the house with these letters. She takes package. They do not notice missus Brewster, who's still asleep. Aaron gets closer to Lilian making up to her. She seems unconscious of his intention. About to go to Paul. He detains her. Say Lilianne,

what you gonna do after supper? Wash your dishes? I suppose as usual dinner. I guess you mean, though, and a pile of dishes it makes too makes me sick, I say, Lilianne, if if I wipe em, then we all go and take a walk walk land. I feel more like walk in a bed than anywhere as else. Once I get through, what do I want to take a walk for? Why? I thought? Maybe you and me just go for a little straw if you like. Seeing as it's moonlight all anywhere, ain't looks like it's going to be an

nice evening. I declare, Aaron Flint, you're old enough to have more sense getting sent a middle at your age. How many times have I told you? Mmmm, well, you know the old saying them that loves last, loves best, So I guess it ain't too late for you and me. He attempts to kiss her. She gives them a playful slap and starts to go upsteps. Missus Brewster wakes up and sees them. They pause,

turning as she speaks. Missus Brewster rising, coming towards center. Perhaps when you have finished your most unbecoming behavior, you will inform me whether any of those letters are for me. Aaron with an awkward bow of apology. Yes, ma'am, several of them. Lilian looking over letters quite unperturbed, I guess some of these are for you. If your name's Miss Brewster, hold type letters exean, left uprexit. Missus Brewster as she takes letters thanks,

they look mostly like Beale's name. Seems to me you are entirely too familiar for a servant. I shall speak to my sister about it, huh. I ain't afraid of anything you'll say. It, Miss newcome about me. I guess I ain't lived with her the past fourteen years without her knowing me well enough to not let anything you could say count, even if you are

her own sister and from the city. I should think the way you've been staying here all summer, you and your daughter and been waited on and everything without paying a cent for it, that you wouldn't have so very much to say. That's my opinion, if I was to express it. Lilian is on porch in a huff. Missus Brewster has crossed back to left near seat, almost overcome by her indignation. Ah, this is more than I can be expected to stand. Well, then you can set down to it.

There's a seat right behind you. Missus Brewster sinks into chair, apparently about to faint. Lilian disdains her enter write upper entrance, Helen Brewster and Leonard Fillmore. She carries a parasol and a bunch of wild flowers. Leonard stays up by gate. Helen coming down, Why mother, what's the matter are you ill? Goes to missus Brewster. I have been insulted by that person

there, indicating Lilian. Leonard looks at Lilian with a knowing smile. Leon I ain't hurt her any just saying a few things to ease my mind. I guess she'll live through it. Excell Lilian to house with a tuss of her head and an indignant sniff. Leonard Filwell coming down to write center. You mustn't take Lilian too. Seriously, missus Brewster, she's a privileged character around here again, now I should say she is. It's insufferable the way

my sister permits that woman to domineer and make yourself so offensive. I shall have her dismissed. Well, I'm inclined to think even you couldn't have that done, Missus Brewster. I'm sorry if she's has been rude, and I'll speak to Miss Newcombe about it. But well, I imagine it would be about as easy to dismiss the pump or the barn as Lily Anne. The farm wouldn't be complete without her, Missus Prewsta. Changing the subject, Helen,

I should like to know where you have been all this time? We have been for a stroll, mister Fillmore, and I are any of those letters for me? One gives Helen Lettle. I am afraid it was largely my fault. I believe I inveigled Miss Brewster into walking rather farther than she otherwise would have done. Indeed, the persuasive powers of a promising young legal light. How interesting, Helen, smiling mother, promising he has already quite arrived. You know, he was telling me of one of his cases.

What was it, mister Fillmore, defending a yokel whose cow is accused of infringe gene upon another man's property in destroying some cabbages. Yes, quite as important as that. I think I shall win my case too, after a hard judicial struggle. And when I do, I shall come and claim your congratulations. That steps now, if you will excuse me, I will look for miss Newcomb. I have a little business to transact, and at the same time I will speak to her about the offending Lilianne. Exit Leonard Tis

with a show of good natured dignity, Helen. I believe he was half laughing at us Helen, who is reading her letter, No doubt, Missus Brista again seated left, And I should like to know what you mean by such a show of intimacy with him, a mere country lawyer taking a stroll with him. And oh well, one has to have a little amusement in this forsaken place. Do let me entertain myself in some way? Besides? Look what a ward I reaped. This beautiful bouquet puts flowers and Missus Brewster's

lap, Missus Brewster throwing flowers to ground, And what of me? I hope. You don't think I stay here from choice. Surely it is better than shutting ourselves up in the city or going to some cheap boarding house, as we would have had to do. You know, Bar Harbor and Newport were quite out of the question. Look at these bills, bills, bills, threats, lawsuits. We dare not go back to New York for fear of our creditors. I don't know what is to become of us. We

can't stay and live on Aunt Sarah much longer, that's certain. It is becoming unbearable. If only we could have kept up appearances one more season, you might well, something might have turned up. Helen, she has gone up by gate comes down. I suppose you mean I might have sold myself or you might have sold me. Why not say it? I am in the market for the highest bidder, even you were not beyond possibilities, Helen, How can you say such things to me, your own mother. I'm

sure I have enough to bear without that. I guess I am about as desperate as you are, for it seems to be up to me. I don't know why you need to put it in that vulgar way, but as you say, we cannot stay here much longer. Look at these showing bills. If we go back to New York, there's Dick. If only he could do something. Dick, you know how much good he is to me. I did hope when he secured that position in the bank at forty dollars a week, then he might at least cease to be a worry to me.

But no, nevertheless, he is still your son and my brother much good. Such a son as to me, I have practically disowned him. You know, it is nearly a year since we have even seen him. No, we must think of something more reliable than Dick. My dear. Now there was mister Deering, Yes, one of the likely bidders. Well, if it will be any satisfaction to you, this letter is from him, Helen, And does he Yes, Mother, I believe you really have a chance to sell me at a very good price. Helen, I refuse

to listen to such talk. You know, he is a gentleman. He's worth millions. You should consider yourself a very lucky girl. I suppose I am, so far as your idea of luck is concerned. But that man, old gross, The very thought of him repels me. Why mister Deering, is not more than forty five, well, or eight or nine?

Perhaps, I think of all you could command as his wife. But the question is at present, how are we to manage to get back to New York, pay our bills, and keep up appearances until it can be brought about. I know of just one way, my sister, What aunt Sarah, that simple, countrified old maid. Pray? What could she do? She could help us out of our difficulties if she would. You may not know it, my dear, but Sarah now come is rich. At least

she must have a great deal of money. When our father died, Sarah and I came in for everything he had. He had run this farm for many years, and his father had before him and had made money, which he invested and increased. When he made his will, I chose cash, and in time received ten thousand dollars. Sarah kept the farm as her share and has rusticated here ever since. While I well, I went to the city, met your father, married him, and entered upon the life that

appealed to me. Your father's death left me well provided for, but oh well, it has vanished. While Sarah her money must have accumulated and increased, So you see, my dear, she is rich. Well, I must say, it is the last thing I ever would have thought of. But even so, do you think you could manage it or her? It would have to be carefully done. Of course. By the way, that mister Fillmore is her legal adviser, I believe he has charge of all her

affairs. He'd know just how much she is worth, and she would accept his advice. Hm. Perhaps, after all you'd better be a bit nice to him. You want me to pump him, to exert an insidious influence as it were, Oh very well, leave it to me. He's rather too nice a fellow to be made a fool of, even if I can do it. But as you say, something must be done. Anything is

better than the poor house and oblivion. And in the meantime, don't forget that it would be good policy to keep on the right side of all these people, to make as good an impression as possible. Oh yes, we may as well begin to do the thing upright, even if it is rather late in the day. Helen, Sometimes you shock me by your absolute hull garrity. Please do not use such expressions. We shall do nothing dishonorable I hope not, but I must say the very idea is repellent to me.

I wish it were well over. Lilian, from house to porch, her hands rolled up an apron, say, Miss Newcombe wants to know what you think you'd like to have for supper or dinner. I suppose you'd call it. It's very kind of you to consult us, isn't it, Helen. Can you think of anything you should like to have? Dear? Well, of course, this ain't no first class hotel. We ain't got everything. I'm sure anything Aunt Sarah is kind enough to provide will be most acceptable.

Yes, of course, Land you're getting mighty in particular. All of a sudden seems to me, well, how a good boiled dinner? Do you? I'm afraid I don't know just what you mean, huh. I guess you know what a boiled dinner is, all right. You used to live here on the farm yourself till you went away to boarding school and got in with city folks in their high notions. I guess you've at boiled dinners before now, indeed, but I never lived on the farm, you know,

Lilian. So perhaps you will inform me just what a boiled dinner is something boiled, of course, sure, cabbage, turnips, potatoes and so forth, boiled in with a nice hunk of salt pork part lean. It just touches a spot with us. But well, miss Nugam, ain't let me have one all summer, thinking it wouldn't be stylish enough for you. But I guess you'd managed to eat it. I am sure it sounds quite alluring. Well, it sounds good and filling. Anyhow, squash Pie goes fine

with it. And as I said to Miss Newcomb, if they don't like it, let him go without tenny rate. It's what we're going to have, because I got it over. Missus Brewster, as if unable to control herself, has gone up by gate, is looking off left. Helen shrugs her shoulders good naturedly. Lilian goes to the door, meeting Leonard, who enters from house. He passes her and comes down to write center exit Lilian to house. Leonard looking back at Lilian, I hope she hasn't been letting

out again. I tried to get here in time to ward her off, but was talking to Miss Newcomb. We have been ordering our dinner, that's all it's to be a boiled one. Quite a feast, I believe, yes, indeed you have a treat in store, one of Lilianne's boiled dinners and squash pie for dessert. I hope, yes, I believe that is to be a part of the banquet going part way up center? Mother, aren't you going to take a little nap in preparation for such a gastronomical smiling

to Leonard? Is that a good word feast? No? I napped quite sufficiently this afternoon while you and mister Filmore were taking a stroll and picking wild flowers. I believe Leonard has crossed the left. Notice is the flowers on ground now? Glance is rather ruefully at them. I wish to go in and see Miss Newcombe, if you can spare me for a few moments. Oh yes, certainly, perhaps we will go in the orchard for a little while. I just love those early red apples. Missus Brewster on steps about

to go in house. But my dear, just before dinner, and such a dinner, don't worry, only a nibble you know very well. Then I will leave her in your care. Mister Fillmore. Thanks trust me, Helen. Going left, will you come ask me. I do, but beware I might tempt you with an apple? You know. Oh what a willing adam am I They are about to go out left. He surrenders to her mood. But poor Adam had only an apple to tempt him. While I I see a page. Oh, mister Fillmore, is that worthy of

you? A lawyer too? Missus Brewster has stood on steps or porch, watching them with a crafty smile. As they excellent left. She turns and is about to go into house, but meets Sarah and comes back to Center and to Sarah and you come from house down steps to write center. Oh here you are, em, I was looking for you. Lilian tells me you have ordered a boiled dinner. I hope your headache is better or I am afraid it is. Thank you, But I ordered nothing. It was

entirely the main suggestion, I assure you. I simply thought it best to submit. She has pretty much her own way. It strikes me, well, I suppose she has. I guess I've let her have it so long there is no breaking her of it. Now. Then Fillmore has just been telling me. She said something little India at you. You mustn't mind her, Am, I really couldn't get along without her. You know, I'm

willing to overlook a great deal, Sarah. But she actually had the presumption to insinuate that Helen and I are imposing upon you by remaining here as if you my own dear sister, wiping eyes, pretending to be near. Tis the idea why you're welcome to stay here as long as you please. You know that I feel honored to think it's good enough for you, after all your city grandeur and everything. Lilian just blurts things out. You mustn't pay any attention to her. M Well, I'll try not to do so hereafter.

But please don't call me m Sarah. It quite annoys me, does it. Land. It never occurred to me. I can't seem to think of Emmeline somehow, you see. It sort of seems just the same to me as it did when we was girls here together, and we used to always call you m in those days. My. But it's a long time since then, isn't it, m Madeline? Quite too long to mention or even think about. I should say, I don't see why tain't no disgrace to be getting old, as I can see all the best people are doing

it, you know. Besides, you ain't more than Sarah. Please, oh well, then I won't. But think how long it is since you were here that other time, when Helen was about four years old and your boy was only a baby. Oh what a cute little thing he was, your Dickie, Emmeline. Why he must be almost a man now and a real joy to you, A joy, my son. Little you know him, or what he is to me A trial tribulation, I might even say a disgrace. Sometimes I think it would have been better had he never been

born. Why, Emmeline, what do you mean? I've wondered why you never said much about him? Why you never seem to want to tell me. But Emmeline, your boy, little dick, your own son, How can you say such a thing? Because it is true? Little has he ever considered me? He spends what he earns on right, is living in the company of persons who are called fast and who tempt him to misdeeds and

forgetfulness of what is honest and upright. That is the kind of son I have, Sarah, My little Dick, as you call him, Dick, the baby boy I used to hold in these arms and cuddle up to me and wish was mine. And then that summer you let him come here and stay with me when he was ten years old because he wasn't very well. The sun that was like heaven to me, because I had him just like he was mine, my very own. Oh how I loved him, and he learned to love me too, And then I had to give him up,

let him go back to you. Who can say such things about him that he's a trial and a tribulation. Oh, Emmeline, Emmeline Brewster, What kind of mother have you been if you have let him grow up to be that kind of man? I dare say you think I am to blame? Little you know of such matters of the world of life. Maybe I

know more about some things than you think I do. At any rate, I know enough about the world and life to know what a real mother ought to be, and that the right kind never would talk that way about her own son, no matter what he was or what he had done. Mother, you, you never was fit to be one. It wasn't in you. Forgive me, em, but I'm going to speak the truth if it

does hurt. When you was a girl, it was all for dressing up and looking pretty, with you going away to boarding school and getting educated, as you called it, well you did. They're in the real world you talk about, and that you say I don't know or understand. Then I thank Heaven I don't, and I wish you didn't. A world that makes a woman so hard that she calls her own son a tribulation and a disgrace

instead of the blessing he ought to be to her. I refuse to listen to any more of your abuse if my own sister has no right to say such things to me. She crosses to exit left, but Sarah bars away. She pauses. I guess you'll have to listen, Emmeline, for I'm going to say what I've got to say. I've had it on my mind for some time, and I might as well let it out right now. I thought it was bad enough the way you've let your girl grow up to be proud and vain. I can see she has her soft side and might

make a good woman if she had a chance. But when you talk that way about your boy, about Dick, who was so sweet and cunning when he was a baby, and such a manly little fellow when he was only ten, years old. Why that's more than I can listen to and not

say something, Oh, Emmeline, why wasn't he my boy? Why was he given to you that doesn't care for him instead of to me who has wanted him and could have been a real mother to him and loved and protected him and helped him to be a good, true man instead of what you say he is. It's me that has had the mother feeling in me all these years, instead of you, though I'm nothing but a poor little old maid with a soul that has starved toward you have neglected and thrown away.

Missus. Brewster has listened, at first disdainfully, even angrily, then in a gradually some way softened mood, she now shows some tenderness for her sister, though still obviously thinking of herself and her own advantage. I am sorry, Sarah if you have missed what you think would have been your happiness, But my life has been one that you could not understand. You have no

right to upbraid me. Perhaps you have fared better than I have. After all, you at least have a home to shelter you enough to live in comfort, even luxury, if you wished the remainder of your life, while I am at the end of my resources. Unless you help me, I see nothing but ruined despair ahead. Why, Emmeline, what do you mean? I thought you had a grand home. Everything we have been trying to

keep up appearances. Helen and I she has prospects of marrying a very rich man if we can manage to go back and resume our accustomed way of living for another season at least. But unless you can help me, everything I have must go. House furniture all a few thousand dollars, which I feel sure you can spare a few thousand dollars. And I never saw more than a twenty dollar bill all at one time in my life as I know of.

It was you had the money after father died. If you used it up and got in debt, why it seems to me that's your fault, not mine. Oh, Sarah, I didn't think you could be so hard, so you refuse to help me. You would let me starve your own sister. Well, I guess you won't need to do that as long as I have a home and plenty for you too. But of course, if you're so poor and I'm what you call rich, why, well, I'll speak to Lynd more about it. He knows how much I've got and everything.

I always take his advice. I should think you need not conform to the opinions of a mere country lawyer. Well, Len maybe a country lawyer, but he's a good one, and I reckon that's a few city ones you could give a few pointers to when it comes to that. You know, all the smart folks don't live in the city. I guess maybe it's so full it's run over, and a few of them have to stay in the country at any rate. It's lend filmer. I'll have a talk with

and maybe we can fix things up for you. Do you know I've sort of thought I'd like to go to the city for a spell myself and see real life, as you call it. If Len thinks I can afford it, I might go home with you, set you on your feet, and see a little style myself. Got a room you could spare me in that grant mention of yours. Why I hadn't thought of that. I hardly think you would care for our method of living, Sarah, Dear, it is so front, you know, so you needn't get fidgety about it yet a

while. I ain't begun to pack my trunk yet. Now I'll have to go in the house and see how Lily Ann's getting along with that supper or dinner as you call it. Going to write. If you see Lenn Fillmore, you might tell him I want to see him before he goes home, very well, Sarah on porch, about to enter house. And by the way, if you want that rich man you spoke about to have a chance, it's my opinion you'd better keep an eye on that daughter or yours.

And that plain country lawyer going to court sort of in his line, you know, and they do say he's pretty good at pleading a case. Exit Sarah at a house. Missus Brewster looks slightly alarmed, starts left as if to go and seek Helen and Leonard enter. Aaron left upper entrance with milking pails. Aaron coming and through gate. Why is she looking for anybody, Miss Brewster? No? Oh, thought maybe you was. And I was

gonna say if twas your daughter and Lynn Fillmore. I've seen him out in the orchard there eating enough apples to give him the stomach ache, sitting pretty close to each other too. On the sun wall, I beg if you spare me your plebeian observations. Gosh, I didn't know I had any such high faluting fixings. Ain't in my line. He crosses to write, puts pails on porch, comes back to write something. Say, man, if you don't mind, I wish you'd tell me something. I'm getting kind of

tired of this country life. I like to go to the city and do something I think made any chance for a fellow like me down there scarcely your place evidently is where you are. Wow, I don't know. Sometimes we country fellas fool you. Would you think it now to look at me that I got the makings of a first class detective in me? Would you? No? It is the last thing I should be willing to believe. That's what I thought. But there is yes, siree, ma'am Miss Newcomb.

She gets all them books about crimes and such, you know, detective stories, Sherlock Holmes, Ashton Kirk and all them, and sometimes she lets me read them. They certainly do give a fella an insight into the way things are among you city folk. Must be a pretty hard luck come right down to it, missus presta about to go out left. I have no desire to listen to your opinions. I understand that miss Newcomb is in the habit of reading those lurid romances, and I am much surprised that she should burden

her mind with such sensational trash. Oh, she just don't, Sileum says, the biggest men read them, even Len Fillmore. He says they help him in his law business. Indeed, I must say that is about the opinion I had of him and his legal ability, calling as she goes off left, Helen, Helen, where are you exit? Missus Brewster? Left, second exit, Aaron going to left, calling after her better tell her and Len to stop eating them apples because Lily Anne says we're gonna have a

board dinner and they won't have room for it. Aaron goes to right, takes pails, and is about to enter house when he turns, glances off left upper exit, stops, looks, then sets down pails and goes up to gate, looking off left with a show of interest. Harry's off left upper exit and after a pause, re enters, leading Dick Brewster by the arm. Dick is dusty, pale, and almost exhausted, o be What do you want? Leads Dick left to seat Dick sinkstone. Aaron regards him

suspiciously. Why don't you speak? You're sick, no, only tired about played out. I I've walked a long distance and I haven't had anything to eat since since last night. Ye ain't gosh actually think you would be weak? Mmm? You don't look just like a tramp Dick with some spirit? I'm not. You needn't think I'm anything like that. I is this where miss Newcombe lives? Why? Yes? This is her place? You don't want to see her, do you? I want to know if missus Brewster

is here, Missus Brewster and and miss Brewster. Oh you know them, do you? Yes? They're right here. I should say they be happening, since I don't know when, and it looks like they're going to keep right on being. I want to see missus Brewster right away. Will you tell her please? M Why? Yes? I guess so looks off left. She's out in the orchard there with her daughter and them. Fillmore. I'll see him coming now, Dick rising, almost tottering, starting to go

right. I don't want to see anybody else, just my just missus Brewster or Helen. While then you just come up here and wait a minute, and I'll see if I can fix it. Aaron assists stick or fright beyond house, then returns stay right there till I tell you, and to Helen, and Leonard left second entrance, Helen laughing evidently forgetting herself at the moment and acting with a natural manner of good humor. I'm afraid we're in for it. At least I am for a good scolding. I must have eaten

at least half a dozen of those apples. It's all your fault. Oh say, come now, that's reversing scripture, and we'll never do The woman did tempt me, you know nothing of the sort. It was the man who did the tempting. This time all the better since you yielded. I didn't know I had the power. Thanks for the compliment. You might be welcome had I intended to pay you one, but I didn't. Alas, poor Adam, he's bound to get the worst of it. Thus does he

have another fall from the heights of expectation to the deaths of despair. My what an ancient joke. Going back to the first pair and the first apple, Oh, worse and worse, And to missus Brewster left second entrance, crossing to write, Helen, I'm going to my room, and you'd better come to after your walk and such a feast of apples, I should think you would need a little rest and quiet before dinner. Very well, mother, I'll come right in. Helen crosses to write. Leonard goes up center,

and I think i'll say good afternoon. By the way, mister Fillmore, Miss Newcombe wished me to inform you that she would like to see you again for a moment before you leave. Thanks. Then i'll wait. Exit missus Brewster to house. Yes, you'd better you might get invited to stay and have some of that biled dinner. You know that, So I guess I had squash pie too. Garden of Eden was nothing like this. Exit Helen to house, followed by Leonard and to Aaron right looks about. Then

someone's Dick, who enters and stands by fence right center. You stay right here. I'm gott see if I can get her. Dick stands leaning on fence week and showing some agitation. Aaron goes over by porch, looks in house, making motions. She sees me she's coming. Aaron goes and helps Dick to center, partially concealing him as Helen enters. Did you want me Aaron? MM, yes, Miss Brewster. There is somebody here wants to see you. It's Dick, disclosing himself Helen, Dick, Dick, what

are you doing here? Where's mother? I want to see her? He totters. Helen goes and supports him. But Dick, how did you happen to come here? We didn't expect you. You are ill? Is anything the matter? Yes? Lots is the matter. I I'm in trouble, Helen. I. He looks about as if not wishing to speak before Aaron. Helen motions to Aaron, who nods and exits right beyond house, taking pales. There we are alone. Now tell me, Dick, what is it? What is the trouble? She has assisted him to seat left.

He sits. She stands by him, showing more surprise than tenderness, but is not wholly without sympathy. I've run away, run away, but why from what? I can't tell you now. I've got to have money, that's all, plenty of it to get away out of the country. Where's Mother? She couldn't help you any more than I can. What do you mean? What have you done? Never mind that there isn't time. I'm your brother, that's all, and her son, and you've got to help

me. It's for your sake as well as for mine. I guess if you don't want, oh, Dick, will you never learn to behave yourself to be a man? Mother is almost desperate already, with ruin staring her in the face, and now to have you come here in this condition, you who ought to help her instead of bringing disgrace upon her. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, And so would you be if you were any

kind of a sister. Instead of turning on me. Now when I'm facing and to Sarah from house to porch, Dick Caesa and shrinkstone, as if to hide who's that? I don't want to see Helen disclosing him? Aunt, Sarah, this is my brother, Sarah coming down, looking at Dick, at first uncomprehendingly and then with gradual recognition and dawning tenderness. You don't mean that that it is, Dick, Little Dick, Why you if you haven't grown up into a man The last time I saw you you were just

a little fellow. That was it was twelve years ago, and you are only ten years old. And now why you're sick? Something is the matter? Dick breaking down. Oh, I can't stand any more. I'm played out. I can't go any further. He has tried to rise, but sinks back on to seat. Sarah goes to him, sits puts arm about him affectionately. Why of course you can't, you needn't. You've got home, Dick. You've come right here where we've been waiting for you, and

are glad to see you. Oh, you don't know, you don't know. I hope a mother doesn't come. You go in the house and see that she doesn't. I'll talk to Dick and see if I can find out what's the matter. Helen goes left to steps. Dick starts up, but sinks back as Sarah gently draws him down beside her. But I must see her. I want to tell her. Maybe it would be just as well if you told me I'm your aunt, Sarah. Though you've sort of forgotten me, haven't you. But I haven't forgotten you, and I guess maybe

it would be bitter if you told me about it first. Then we'll see. You'll help me to get away. Sarah to Helen, who still stands left you go, Helen, he will be all right. Exit Helen left the house. Now, Dick, tell me, oh, I can't. I can't. I don't know what to do. They may be after me by this time. Who who is after you? The police? They may have found out by this time I didn't do it. I didn't, but they will think I did. They'll find out I was there some way,

and then unless I can get away where they can't find me. But tell me about it? What was it? How did you happen to come here? Why I had hurt? Mother and Helen speak of you, and I remembered you too, about the summer I stayed here so long ago, and how good you were to me, And then I thought they were you could help me in some way. I didn't know where else to go. I've got to have money. She's my mother. If I haven't done just right,

and she's got to help me. Where is she? I must see her pretty soon maybe, But tell me first, what do they think you have done? It's murder, that's what they'll say. But I didn't do it. No, No, I didn't. It was somebody else. But they'll have it on me if they find out I was there, I was found with the gun. I'm innocent, but they never believe it. I'll have to go away. He starts up as if to go. Sarah again detains him. But how where was it when? Never mind? Let me

go. It may be too late. They may have followed me. Where can I go? You can't go anywhere. You're in no condition. You'll have to stay right here till we can fix you up and decide what to do. What I want now is for you to tell me all about it, just what happened, what you had to do with it and everything, and if it's possible, I'll help you. You will. You'll give me money to get away. I don't know about that, but I'll do justipust I can. You can trust me, Dick, Trust me with your very

life. It's worth a life just to hear somebody talk like that, to know somebody believes in me a little bit and wants to help me. It's an old story, the way I've been made a fool of by a woman. But I loved her, trusted her. I thought she was as good as she was beautiful. She thought I was a rich man's son. That was all she cared. And then when she found out I was spending every cent I had just to buy her flowers and suppers. And then she tried

to throw me over. That made me desperate, And one night, three nights ago, I insisted on going home with her. She tried to get rid of me, but I went, and when we got there, she told me she had no more use for me, that I wasn't worth bothering with. Then I threatened her, I'll admit that, though I didn't really mean it, I only thought perhaps I could make her change her mind. Then another man came, a really rich one, I suppose, and she told me to get out. I wouldn't, so she made me go in

another room behind some curtains. She was afraid he'd be jealous too, And when he came in, he suspected there was somebody else there, and they had a row. I stood looking through the curtains, watching them, and all of a sudden, yes, then all of a sudden there was a shot, and Laura, miss Navarre, fell dead dead. She was killed? But who who did it? Dick? Not? No, you needn't

think I did it. I didn't. I don't know who did. All I know is that I was alone there in that room behind those curtains, and that it was dark in there so that I couldn't see, and I didn't hear anyone. But a hand reached over my shoulder there in the dark and fired that shot. Did you see the hand, No, but I felt something for an instant. It just seemed to touch my shoulder. That was all. But there must have been somebody else there in that room, yes, when I went in, but I didn't see any one, as

there was no light in there. They must have been waiting there all the time for her, And after after that shot was fired, What did you do? Why? At first I just stood there for a minute. I was so frightened and dazed. But that other man that was there with her, what did he do? I just caught a glimpse of him kneeling down

by her. He held her up a little, and just then Miss Navarre's maid rushed in from the hall, came across and threw apart the curtains where I was, and there on the floor, just by my feet was the gun. She picked it up, stared at me and cried you have killed her and the man I didn't notice. I don't remember. All I know is that the maid went to the telephone to call up the police, I suppose, and before they could stop me, I rushed out and got away.

Then I came here. It was all I could do. And oh, you don't think I did it. You don't believe I'm a murderer. You're my aunt, my mother's own sister. You won't let them hang me. No, no, Dick, I want to believe you. I want to help you if you are innocent, and I can you are the same as my own boy. I want to save you. Look at me, Dick, look me straight in the face, and tell me God, seeing you and hearing every word you say that you didn't kill that woman. You

don't know who did. Can you do that? Dick? Yes? I can I do. He straightens up and with a clear, candid expression, finding sudden courage and determination, looks her squarely in the eyes, and in slightly way favering but honest, convincing tones, speaks, I swear to you, I didn't kill that woman. I don't know who did. As I hope her eternal salvation. So help me God, I am innocent. Sarah stands motionless for a moment, one hand on each of Dick's shoulders, looking

searchingly into his eyes, her face showing infinite tenderness and pity. His gaze never falters. After an eloquent pause, she suddenly clasps him in her arms, holding him closely. He buries his face against her shoulder, sobbing gently. Curtain end of Act one, Act two of Alias Miss Sherlock by Arthur Lewis Tubs. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org.

Act two scene parlor or reception room in the New York residence of Missus Brewster, handsomely furnished. An alcove or hallway across left. Upper entrance shows staircase and leads to front door off left. There is a hall rack in alcove door left second entrance, another in flat right center, and one right table down right center with few books, etc. Smaller table or stand up

right center with telephone. Also button of electric call bell, davenport, left chairs, etc. At rise doorbell ringing off left apprentrance enter Hanson Wright crosses exits left upper exit. As he exits enter, Missus Brewster downstairs comes down to write Center, just in time to receive Ralph Dearing, who is shown in by Hanson. He hands light, top coat, hat and cane to Hanson, who leaves them on rack and exits right. Daring comes down to

center. Mister Dearing, how good have you to call so soon? I am delighted to see you, delighted to be here, I assure you. Miss Brewster was kind enough to write me when you were to return. And you see I have lost little time in coming, and you are a welcome visitor, the first we have had. We returned much earlier than usual.

You know, I had some business to attend to, and well we were saturated with rural felicity, for we were quite in the country, you know, and a farm in fact, quite a change, I should imagine from former seasons. They all seated decidedly, but just what we required after a strenuous social season, and very beneficial to both Helen and myself. Neither of

us felt equal to bar Harbor or Newport. And they have become such an old story summer after summer, so I thought it an excellent opportunity to visit my sister back at our old home. Oh, yes, a decided change. Quite the thing, however, you know, for tired nerves and all that, but rather irksome, no doubt, after a while, terribly so. But then it was years since I had seen my sister, and I felt guilty having so long neglected her. So I summoned courage to go and

make her a little visit. It did her so much good, dear soul, I felt fully rewarded. I have brought her home with me, ah for a little glimpse of city life. I suppose, yes, her first. I had quite a task persuading her to come. She has always been such a home body, formally resisted all my importunities to come and stay with me. Of course, she is quite out of her element here, not that she is not a dear but such a little country mouse, so shy. I am sure you understand. She rises, He does the same.

I will call Helen. She will be delighted to see you. Goes up presses button, you think so, I am sure of it. And to Hansome, write Hanson inform miss Brewster that mister Dearian is here. You will find her in her room. Exit Hansome left up her exit up the stairs. I think you understand what my feelings are towards your daughter, missus Brewster. At least I hope you will not be displeased if I tell you that

it is my desire to make her my wife. Nothing could give me greater happiness, Ah to be sure of my dear child's future in your care. It would indeed be a blessing. The greater share would be bestowed upon me. I am sure. But may I hope that Miss Brewster Helen you will meet with no discouragement in that direction? I am sure? She pauses as she sees Helen, who comes downstairs, daring all say sees her, goes

part way up center to meet her. Helen comes down, greets him with politeness, but little show of wolmth Miss Brewster, it has been a long time. Henson comes downstairs, exits right. How do you do, mister Deering? It is very kind of you to call so soon after our return. I was only too glad to have the opportunity. In fact, I came up from my country place expressly for the purpose of being the first to welcome you. How very very kind of you, was it not, Helen?

Most kind? I am sure, missus Brewster, who has gone upright? I hope you will stay to dinner, mister deering, and take such as we can offer you. Things are not wholly in running order yet, but thank you. But I scarcely think I shall be able to do so today. May I not hope to come again soon? Indeed? Yes, only let us know, And now, if you will excuse me, he assents, She exits. Right, I hear you had a very quiet summer, miss Brewster, quite in the midst of rural felicity. Oh that is

what mother calls it? Is it? I am afraid she would speak in less poetic terms if she were to express her real opinion. We were unutterably bored. I thought it would never end. I think I understand you were not in the right setting there, you who were made for big places, for brilliant crowds, regal surroundings, where you can reign as queen. Helen, smiling with a lift of her eyebrows, dear me, who is getting poetic? Now? You honor me too much? No, no, I

could not do that. He gets close to her, speaking with a warmth of feeling, which repels her, though she means to encourage him in spite of herself, however, slightly drawing away. You know my feelings for you. This is not the first time I have tried to express them, Miss Brewster, Helen, tell me, I don't hope in vain that I make you the happiest woman in the world. Ah, that is a pretty big order. Do you think you could fill it? Only? Let me try.

I can give you all that a woman can wish. A beautiful home, gorgeous clothes, jewels. You shall have everything that money can buy. You shall lead them all have what you will do, what you choose. I am afraid it takes more than all that to make a woman happy, mister Deering. Some women but devotion. Love all my heart? And isn't that what you would expect in return? Love? Devotion? And if I could not give them, you could give yourself, your radiant, beautiful self.

That is what I want you you. He is about to take her in his arms. She shows at first some shrinking, but makes an effort to yield. Is about to do so when the doorbell rings. This gives her the opportunity to turn from him. He is compelled to release her with some annoyance. Enter Hanson write, crosses, exits left upper exit. Will you go in the library. I will join you there. Dearing again approaching her, but she goes part way up center. He desists, goes right

very well, I will wait for you there anxiously. Don't belong no, I will come to you at once exit Dearing Wright. Helen shudders slightly with evident repulsion and relief in his absence. She is right center enter Henson left apprentrance, mister Fillmore. Helen's attitude changes. Her expression brightens, denoting pleasure which she is unable to conceal. You may show him in Henson exit Henson

left a prexit. Helen stands looking up left appreentrance expectantly for the moment she becomes her natural self, greeting Leonard Fillmore cordially when he appears, and to Leonard Fillmore left appreentrance, followed by Hanson, who exits right. Mister Fillmore, this is quite a surprise. How do you do fine? Thanks and feeling better still now needn't ask how you are? You are looking scrumptious my all of that m while Apples agree with me, you know, and biled

dinners squash by say the farm lost all its charm after you left. Excuse me, I guess there's no law against paying a few compliments. I'm a lawyer, and I know you see if a fellow means him with you and Miss Newke can both gone. Well, it was too much for me. One cannot imagine the farm without Aunt Sarah. How glad she will be to see you? I suppose she will. How is she? She's well, a bit homesick, though I fear, but brave as I also try to be. But it's hard with all we have on our minds, and trying

to keep it from mother so she doesn't know yet. No, I want to keep it from her as long as possible. She has enough to bear. Oh, mister Fillmore, what is going to happen? Do you think they will find my brother convict him. I cannot think of it. I dare not. We're going to do everything there is to be done for him, and I feel it in my bones everything will come out all right. Why, I don't see how fate itself could defeat such a spirit as your

Aunt Sarah shows. She's just bound to save her boy as she calls him, and in spite of all obstacles, I feel that she'll do it, and I mean to help. Just you leave it to us and try to look on the bright side. I can't bear to see you worry. You are very kind. You do help me. You make me feel better, do I That's great? If I well, I'd like to feel better too, if you just say the word. I know I haven't the right to ask it, just a plain country law. You're like me, But you're

not mad? Are you mad? Why? Of course not? How could I be? Besides being poor is no disgrace. And as for playing well, there might be two opinions about that. Leonard impulsively forgetting himself miss er Helen, Helen suddenly realizing that she is encouraging him too much, changing her mood repulsing him, although not too pronounced. But Dick, you haven't told me what about him? Where is he? That's right, we have no right to think of other things now, But you see us sort of for

God and why he's here. I brought him with me here. Yes, we stayed there in Brookville nearly a week, you know, after you all left, And then I decided the only thing to do was to bring him here, have him give himself up and stand the chances. Miss Newcombe thought so too. But if they convict him, well, there doesn't seem to be much use running away he wants to. Thinks they'd never find him, but they always do, and it would be all the worse when they did.

They'd hold it against him that he was afraid. Afraid. Of course he's afraid. So am I afraid of the horror, the disgrace. Oh, it seems too terrible to be true. How can I ever bear it? Oh? Say now, don't give way like that. I can't bear to see you, know I Ellen looking left Upprensions. Is he there? Yes? Your man remembered him, it seems Henson. Yes, he has been with us for years and he's keeping him out there for the present. Do you want to see him? No, not yet, I can't.

I have a caller. He is waiting for me in the library. M Oh he caller, yes, and a very important he. So I ask you to excuse me. I will have Henson tell Aunt Sarah you are here. Goes Up is about to press button? Oh all right, and then after a while, will you er have him inform you that I am still here, perhaps if I can get rid of that other he She smiles, not wholly able to conceal her real feelings for him. He looks relieved.

Thanks Then to handsome left apprehenchance, Hanson tell Miss Newcombe that mister Fillmore is here. You will find her in her room. I think the blue room, exit Hanson, upstairs, blue room, pretty appropriate, seems to me, and of in that state myself, and less you change it. Helen ignores this remark, though she looks back with a faint smile as she exits. Right. Leonard looks after her adoringly, goes upright, then comes back,

shaking his head doubtfully, but with an expression of determination. Then to Hanson, coming downstairs, partly to center, Miss Newcombe will be right down, sir, about to go lingus beg pardon, sir bunch master Dick. He looks very down and sick like. Is anything the matter, may I ask, sir? I I guess he just isn't feeling his best. No, sir, that's how it struck me, Sir. I hope you will pardon me if I seem too familiar. But Master Dick always was a favorite

of mine. And I've wondered often without daring to mention it, what had become of him, so to speak, and how he was He's been absent for the greater part of a year, if I remember rightly, Yes, he's been away. I believe you say, Miss Newcombe, will be right down, Yes, sir, to be sure, sir, I beg pardon exit Hanson left uprexit. Leonard stands down, writes by table, not seeing

Sarah as she comes downstairs, enters left apprensiance. Sarah seize him with a pleased expression, hums down, stands close to him a moment before she speaks well. Leonard starts, slightly, turns, sees her speaks in an assumed matter of fact Manna fair middlin, ma'am. And I hope I see you the same first class. I mean, how are you, Sarah? As they shake hands warmly. Oh Len, It's good for sore eyes to see you. I've been waiting and hoping and praying, expecting you every minute,

and now you're here, I declare I could almost hug you. Why almost make it a real one, oh Len, I've almost died here this last week, with six or eight months in it it's been terrible. Pshaw. That'll never do. I thought you were the brave one. It won't do for you to give up, no, of course, and I don't mean to, but well, it's the lonesomeness of it. I'm like a cat in a strange garret and as homesick as anything. At least I suppose that's

what the feeling is. I've got here and here and oh all over me. But sit down, lenn and tell me everything they said, Lennard, pretending to misunderstand her. Well, when I left, the brindle cow was beginning to wan her calf. The pegs were fatter and never and just fit to kill. Aaron Flint seemed to be getting along a little better in a certain direction. I guess they're being left there alone sort of softens the obdurate lady and anything else. Lennard feel more. You know, it isn't all

that I want to know. Of course, it's that too, And I'm glad if Lilyanne has begun to give in a little though, goodness knows it's time. But it's my boy len Dick. How is he? Where is he? And oh he's well and safe and not far off. But first I want to hear about you. How do you like it here? Oh? As well as could be expected, I suppose me in this high falutint place, but I've wished I was back home every minute. Such foolishness,

such extravagance. Well it was your own doings, you would do it, you know, Yes, I know, and I'm not sorry, as I know of. But it's something terrible the way m has lived and got into debt, trying to keep up appearances, as she calls it. It's simply scandalous. A butler and everything land. He's the stiffest thing in the shape

of a man I ever did see. I was fairly afraid of him at first, the way he puffed himself up and said yes, Madam, no, madam, and Madam this and Madam that, till I up and told him I want them madam, and had no desire to be And wouldn't he please just call me mis Newcomb. I'm beginning to get a little bit used to him now, and to a few other things. But I declare, I guess the farm's the place for me. Nonsense, I trust you with

the best of them. They can't make a fool of you too late maybe, But maybe it'd be just as well to let some folks think they can who Why, Well, some of the city folks kind of think us from the country are all as green as grass. Maybe I can get the best of some of them and find out a few things all the easier if I let him think I don't know a street car from a steamboat. Not, but what I do. And I guess I can see through a barn door

when it's wide open. Well, I should say you can. But if some of the big bug detectives and all that are trying to find Dick and prove he's what they'll say he is. Think i'mper to poor simple, little old maid from the country, Why, I guess it'll make the way all the clearer for me when I try to show him a thing or two. Well, now, I don't know, but there's something in that. I'm

here to save my boy, and it's any means to that end. Do you know how crazy I've always been about reading those detective stories, lynn murder mysteries and such trash. You call him my Yes, I guess you've bread a hundred, say seven hundred, and you'll be nearer to it. Well, I'm glad I have. They've sort of given me an insight into things, clues and such. I feel as if I could beat the best detective in New York City at his own game. I'd like the chance, and

maybe I'll have it before we get through. I guess you'll find it a hard job, Miss Newcomb. They're a slick lot, and I'm afraid in this instance they'll have it pretty much their own way. To tell the truth. I don't see a loophole as yet, but there must be one, Lend. There's got to be there, always is in all those detective stories,

the one you assure did it and that everything's against never did. It's when they come up against a blank wall and you think there's no way around, through or over that A way opens up after all, and there will this time, Lend, there must, I hope. So, but don't you think you need a bigger man than I am to help you, Miss Newcombe. I'm only a country lawyer, after all, you know, without much experience. Now see here, Len Fillmore, don't you begin that all

over again? You know my opinion, and that ends it. If you're not what they call a big man yet, you're going to be and maybe this is your chance to prove it. I want you to show him what you can do. You and meet together in spite of the best of them. They may think we are too greenies from the country and as easy as pie. Well let them think so till we open their eyes and show them a thing or two. Leonard giving her his hand, we will put it

there. That's the way to talk. Go ahead, don't leave a stone unturned till we've overthrown that stonewall we're up against. I'm back of you with all I've got to my last scent. All I can bake porrow or I was going to say steal and I don't know, but I do even that to save Dick. But where is he? Can't I see him? Sure he's right here here in this house, and you haven't told me all this time, going up looking off left, apprehensions excited. Where is he?

I want to see him, and so you shall. But I want to be sure his mother doesn't know he is here. Helen, Miss Brewster thinks it best for her not to know about it. Yet there is no danger. She's gone to her room and won't come down till dinner's ready. Probably where's Helen? Have you seen her? Mm? Why? She just went in what they call the library to see a caller he won. Oh, I suppose it's that rich mister deering her mother's trying to catch for her.

She can't endure him, and I know it since she saw a certain other he I could mention, miss Newcom, you're on the wrong scent. There isn't a chance in the world for me. Ah, who said anything about you? I guess there's more than two he's in the world at any rate. She ain't good enough for you, vain stuck up thing. No, she isn't that you wrong her? Oh? Sticking up for her? Are

you sure a sign? I guess you can't fool me. I've read too many detective stories, you know, not to see a clue when it's laying around loose. And I've found a pretty good one some time ago in that direction. But don't you think you're up against another stone wall? Well? If I am, I'm pretty good at climbing over, and I might give you a boost if necessary. Thanks, I guess i'll need it. He has gone up to left upper exit. She is close to him, and

now I'll get deck exit Leonard left laprexit. Sarah stands looks off anxiously. There is a short pause than Dick enters left apprentance, cautiously, looking about as if afraid. He looks much neater than him first act, but is still pale, showing signs of his fear and worry. Sarah welcomes him, joyously, taking him in her arms in silence. He brightens a bit as he sees her. Sarah. After a moment's pause, Dick, my boy, my poor boy. Is nobody else here? Mother, Helen? Not

now? You can see Helen in a few minutes. Maybe I don't know about your mother. She doesn't know yet, and but we'll see. Just now. I want you to talk to me a little. She has led him to Davenport left sits by his side. How are you, Dick? Keeping up bravely? I'm trying to aunt Sarah, but it's hard. It's been almost more than I could stand. If it wasn't for you and mister Fillmore, I guess i'd end it all. I couldn't face it alone. I don't know as I can anyway. There doesn't seem to be a chance

for me. Not a chance. Why, yes, there is Dick, there's always a chance. I believe in you, so does he, and there's sure to be some way of proving your innocence. We're going to find it too and save you, aren't we. Len Leonard has been standing right, not listening to them. He has looked off right in a manner that shows he is thinking of Helen and her companion. He now turns comes to center. Sure, of course we are you say that, but if you meant it, if you really wanted to save me, you'd let me get

away. You wouldn't ask me to stay here and face it. No, nor you either, Aunt Sarah. I tell you I can't. He springs up as if to go. Sarah detains him. Dick, my boy, there there, you'll be all right. You must listen to reason, reason, reason, you call it, reason for me to stay here and give myself up without a chance in the world. I tell you they've got it on me. But if I don't give myself up, they'll never find me. They can't. They don't know my name or anything. I'll be safe

if you'll only let me go away. Are you sure they don't any of him? No, No, of course they don't. Miss Navarre was the only one. The maid never saw me before, nor that man. I got away before anybody else came. I tell you, they haven't got a chance in the world. Let me go, you will, you must. You don't want me to stay here and get hanged for what I never did. You can't make me do that, You can't. He breaks down, sinking on couch and covering face with hands. Sarah sits by him, striving

to comfort him. You're sure nobody knows that it was you in that woman's room when she was killed, Not the man nor the maid. No neither of them ever saw me before. I used to meet miss Navarre at the stage adoor and take her out to supper. But that night was the first time she ever let me go home with her. She didn't want to then, but I went, so, you see, her maid never had seen me. And as for that man who was there, he was a perfect

stranger to me. If that's so, why the police haven't a thing to go by, no name, no picture, so long as neither of those two sees you. But would you want him to run away if we believe him innocent? And that is his only chance, as it seems to be. I don't know, but it would be the best thing for him to do. Yes, Yes, of course it is. That's what I've been trying to tell you all along, only you wouldn't listen to me. If

I go away somewhere, it'll be all right. But if they find out who I am and catch me, I tell you everything is dead against me. Unless you let me go away, you will, won't you, don't you see, Aunt Sarah. It's my only chance. I must be some way of finding out the truth. You're innocent, Dick. I believe that, and I mean to go to work and prove it. But if you couldn't, if you failed, Yes, Miss Newcombe, We've got to think of that, if you failed, and I'm afraid the chances are that you

would. I've been looking into the matter thoroughly, trying to see what defense we could put up, and I must confess it looks pretty dubious. The police say all they have to do is find their man. They've put their machine to work to find them, and it's more than likely they'll succeed if Dick stays here. When can I go tonight? Now? Oh, not tonight. You can't go tonight, Dick. You must stay here till tomorrow morning. Then mister Fillmore can see that you get away. If that's what's

best. And I don't know what it is. You must be saved Dick some way, But I can't wait. I'm afraid he's right. He must go tonight. You keep him here for an hour or so, Miss Newcomb, and in the meantime, I'll go and get some things ready, buy a ticket, and then come back for him. But where two? Where shall we go? Why not to the farm? Lillian and Aaron would look after him. No, not yet. They might trace him there through his mother. They do all sorts of unlikely things. You know, he'll have

to go farther away, say to the west. I'll buy a ticket. He can leave late tonight. Yes, I know I can do it. He braces up, looking more hopeful. Rising, Leonard starts up left. All right, just as you say, Lynn, you go and make the arrangements. I'll take Dick up to my room. Nobody will see him there, but I suppose we'd better tell Helen. Yes, it would be best to let her now. We can still keep it from his mother. Leonard goes up about to exit, but pauses, looks off right they are coming,

Miss Brewster, and Dick starts to go. Sarah holds him, then leads him to left second exit. Here coming here till he goes. Then I'll get you upstairs. Excellent. Sarah and Dick left second exit. Leonard Glance is right, then goes up, gets hut and coat exits left up exit and to Helen and Dearing right. She seems somewhat disturbed. He shows evidence of anger and chakra. Do you mean to say that this is your final answer? You refuse me? Yes, I cannot be your wife,

mister Dearing. I don't love you, but if I am willing to wait, to run the chance of being able to win your love, love does not come like that. I hesitates meaningly. I see you don't think I am fit. It is sufficient that I say I do not care to be your wife. It was not so long ago, not many weeks or days since you seemed rather inclined to consider the transaction. Perhaps you have met the man whom you can regard. I think I understand. I cannot help what

you think. There is no more to be said, starts right about to go out. You may change your mind. A woman does sometimes, You know if so you may find the proposition still open. No, please, you will excuse me. She turns from him, rings bell and goes up right, after slight pause, and to Hanson left apprehensions the gentleman's hat and coat. Please Hanson, She bows coolly and exits right. Daring stands looking after her resentments, then anger with a mean, vindictive expression dawning upon his

face. Then he smiles derisively, stops, listens, and goes and looks off left. Second Exit stands looking off with growing interest. Hanson has gone out left up. Exit now returns with Deering's hat and coat. Stands up left waiting. Look who is that in there? Hanson coming down looking off left. You mean, sir, there the young man talking to miss Newcombe and the others. That sir, Why that's mister Richard. You mean missus Brewster's son, Miss Helen's brother. Why, yes, sir, I see

that will do. Thank you. You needn't wait very well, sir, Exit Hanson right. Deering is still looking off left with renewed interest, which becomes repressed excitement with something of exultation. He pauses a moment, then, with a gloating smile, goes up and takes the telephone receiver. Hello, Hello, give me police headquarters. Yes, the Bureau of Police, the Chief of Police at once, please waits feverishly. There is an appreciable pause.

Then he speaks again, with tones that thrill with tense impatience. Yes, Yes, is this police headquarters? Yes, the chief. It is most important. There is another pause, during which, holding the receiver to his ear, daring glances towards left with a look of vengeful triumph. Hello, is this the chief of police? All right? Never mind who this is. You are looking for the man who killed miss navarre La Navarre, the actress, about two weeks ago. Well, his name is Brewster,

Richard Brewster. You will find him at his home one seven six Ellington Avenue. Yes, Ellington one seven six. He is there now, But lose no time. Send at once, or it will be too late. He hangs up receiver, takes coat and hat, glances once more towards left, second exit, with a smile of wicked satisfaction, tosses his head slightly knowingly, and exits quickly left upper exit curtain. End of Act two, Act three of Alias Miss Sherlock by Arthur Lewis Tubbs. This is a LibriVox recording.

All LibriVox record rings are in the public domain. For more information or volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. Act three scene parlor of a small apartment uptown, New York, well but not elaborately furnished. There is a doll right leading to a small entry, with another door beyond to hall door or narrow archway left with thick draperies parted in center, telephone, etc. Discover Dick Brewster sitting center. He is ghastly pale, looking exhausted, his

head drooping, eyes nearly closed, hands hanging limply oversides of chair. He has just been put through the third degree and is almost a mental and physical wreck. He is muttering in a final gasp of denial to the demands that he confess. Henry Markham, the detective, stands at his left, looking sternly down at him. Higgins, an officer in uniform right center, somewhat

back Dick, shaking heads slowly and speaking in wavering tones. No, No, I didn't, I didn't do it, Markham, sternly seizing his shoulder, shaking him roughly. Come now, stop that faking. You've got life enough in you if you wanted to show it. You can't fool me. The sooner you make a clean breast of this thing, the better it'll be for you. No, no, I can't. You stood behind those curtains and fired the shot that killed that woman, the woman that threw you over.

And we can prove it if you own up to it and tell us all about it, so we know what your provocation was. Why then your gets a mercy. But if you don't, Dick still shakes his head weakly, murmuring a refusal. Pluggy, little guy, adybas you're not lucky as if the doorbell rings right, that'll do for you, Nor remarks from the gallery. See who that is, and whoever it is, tell them they

can't come in and to left. Delphine the French maid, without looking to right or left, she goes to right to open the door, but Higgins is ahead of her. He open store, goes into entry. Delphine goes back to left, exits that stands behind curtains, peering through listening. Markam sees her glances in her direction, and she disappears, pulling curtains together. Higgins enters right, cautiously, holding the door slightly open. It's that young,

are your fellow fillmore? Don't know what right he has here? Tell me can't come in. Higgins is about to go out right when the door is pushed open and Leonard enters, thrusting him aside. He is followed by Sarah, who at once sees Dick and goes to him, kneeling by his side in spite of Markham, who is too surprised to prevent her. Dick, Oh, Dick, what have they been doing to you? Dick? I am here, your aunt, Sarah, look at me, Dick,

Dick. Dick falls over lifelessly into her arms. She fondles him. What's all this? Where did this woman come from? She has no right here, addressing Leonard nor you either. I don't know no law against coming in. I guess seeing we rang the bell and somebody opened the door. Anyhow, we're here, so I see, and I'd like to know what it means. How'd you find out? It wasn't given out down at headquarters?

Are reckon? I found out though. It seems I heard you were going to put this boy through your villainous third degree, and I would have managed to prevent it some way if i'd known it in time. Oh, you would think you've got a lot of influence, don't you. Well maybe you have back in that jay Berg where you come from. But I guess you can't very well upset the whole New York Police Department and the Detective Force.

We haven't got through with this young fellow yet, and you won't find it wise to interfere, Sarah placing Dick's head against back of chair and springing up facing Malkham boldly, Well, I'll interfere. I won't let you torture this poor boy anymore. Look at him, what sheep he is in. It's wicked, shameful. How can you do it? It's truel, It isn't fair. Excuse me, madam, but I guess we know our business and

what's right and fair. Without any advice from anybody, we brought this young fellow here where he committed that crime, to make him confess, and if he knows what's best for him, he'll do it. Confess confess to something he never did. No, never, He shan't do that. You can't make him do it. I wouldn't interfere, Miss Newcomb if I were you to welcome. I don't believe you want to do anything unjust inadvisable. I mean, you must see that my client is in no condition to stand anymore.

It looks like you'd put him through a pretty severe ordeal. Already. Give it. The poor boy a chance. Huh. Yes, he had a chance, all right, a chance to skip with your help. It seems if we hadn't gotten a tip, had been a little too quick for you. We got there just in time. It seems to catch the bird almost on the wing. What kind of business you call that? For a lawyer helping a murderer to escape. We believe the boy to be innocent. I am his attorney. I wanted time to look up evidence, to prepare

a defense, to get him away. You mean, because you know there ain't a chance for him. Well, you see you didn't do it, seize his hold of stick, trying to make him rise. Come come along. You needn't try any more of that, pretending I know all about that? What What are you going to do with him? Going to finish our job? Of course? You don't think we ever give up, do you? Yes not. We got just a little more to say to this chap. Just as soon as you'll be so obliging as to leave. Beg pardon

madam for seeming impolite. But business is business and duty's duty. But can't you see he isn't able to and anymore? Look at him. He's nothing but a poor, weak, scared boy. I guess I know what he is. All right, you'll have to stand aside, Madam. Sarah has sunk down by chair, holding Dick in her arms as if to shield him. Markham starts to take hold of him. Leonard, who stands right center, looks on as if doubtful just what to do. Higgins comes down,

stands near Markham left center. Come, you might as well get up. I've got a few things to say to you. Yet. See here, mister Markham, don't you think you can call it off for the present. I know when it's time to call things off. What I want you to do is take this lady and get out. This is serious business and we're losing time. Very well, I suppose we must submit, patting Dick on back, Brace up, my boy, don't give in. We will have to go now, but we shan't forget you a minute. Remember that Dick

reaching up his hand, which Leonard grasps. Thanks. I know I'll try Leonard, dropping Dick's hand, taking Sarah by arm, assisting her to rise. Come, Miss Newcomb, we'll have to go now. I'm sorry, but we'll have to. I guess Sarah wants more appealing to Markham. Oh, sir, won't you stop trying to make him say what he never means to say unless you drive him to the point where he doesn't know it. He's not a murderer, that boy. Look at him, can't you tell

he Isn't that kind? Promise me if we go, you'll let him alone for tonight anyway, and take him back and let him have some sleep. Why he's all played out? Just a rag. I know what to do, madam. You leave it to me. I'm not madam, I'm just Miss new Come from the country where folks have hearts, and give them that I'm in trouble a chance instead of kicking him and grinding him down and never

giving him a fair show. I'm this boy's aunt, his mother's sister, and I love him as much as his own mother ever did I guess more? And I want to help him. Won't you do what I ask? Let him? Excuse me? Tain't no use your talking, madam or miss because I got orders and I'm going to carry him out. We came here for a purpose and we're going to stick to it. So the sooner you get out of the way, the better it'll be for all concerned. Sarah

standing over Dick, her hand on his shoulder. Then you'll have to carry me away, for I am here and I won't budge a step Miss Newcombe. See here, ma'am, this won't do. It's all foolishness, us losing time this way. Used that aside, and let us do our duty. Is it your dude, she to crush the very life out of this poor boy. Well then it's my duty to stand between him and you and protect him. And I mean to do it as long as there's a mite

of strength left in my body. Markham seizing hold of her arm. See here, I've had enough of this. Either used epp aside, or I'll place you under arrest, mister Markham. That's what I said. What do you think I am? She's interfering with the law. Sarah wrenches herself free from his grasp, facing him defiantly. For a moment, he seems too taken aback to interrupt her. You talk about the law that the likes of you are chosen to enforce you, You who are not men but great ravenous

beasts looking for something to tear to pieces and devour. You want a victim, What do you care if it is a poor, weak boy who hasn't the strength to defend himself. It's all the better for you, all the easier. It's somebody for you to shake and choke and grind under your heel till they haven't life enough left to do anything but give up. What if he is innocent? You don't think of that. All you want is to show that you represent the law and to hold your jobs and prove what great

detectives you are, Madam, you'd better. He approaches her menacingly. Leonard also makes an attempt to silence her, but she thrusts them both aside, still a sailing Markham law. Don't you know there's a law of pity and mercy and justice as well as one of might and terror, the kind that puts folks behind prison bars and hangs them, maybe for something they never did. Is it justice to trying to prove a person committed a crime and never

trying to prove they didn't. Why don't you look for something that might help this poor boy insta of saying he's guilty and letting it go with that proofs. You say you have proofs, but you don't mean to let him prove that you are wrong. You don't want him to. You're afraid he will. Even if you saw a chance to save him, you wouldn't take it, because then you'd have to go to work all over again. All you want is a victim, someone to hang. Well, you shan't have,

my boy, You shan't, You shan't. She finally gives up, partly exhausted again, sinks down on floor by Dick shielding him, still looking up at Markham defiantly, though with wavering strength he has stood, looking at her, at first angrily, then dumbfounded, finally with a half good natured expression. He now shakes his head murmurs, well, oh be Leonard to Markham. She'll be all right, mister Markham, if you'll just let me, Oh, all right, go ahead. I guess we won't bother any more

to day. You mean you'll call it off, Yes, I guess so for the present, Leonard to Sarah, helping her to rise, Miss Newcomb, it'll be all right now, mister Markham says they won't carry it any further today. Sarah in a sort of days to Markham, you mean you let him rest sleep? Yes, I guess we can fix it. It's getting late. And see here, Higgins, we'll take him back now and postpone this business till tomorrow. Markham and officer are right center, somewhat back

Leonard right Sarah and Dick senta she with arm about him. Do you hear, Dick, They're going to let you have some rest now, It'll be all right. You try to be brave and don't forget. I'm not giving up for a minute. Dick, with a show of better courage, I will Answerah, I'm going to brace up and make the best of it. I didn't mean to give way like that, but I couldn't help it. They drove me to it. I know, Dick boy, I know. Come now, you'll have to go, but keep up your courage and we'll

save you yet. You see, if we don't, she leads him up, he goes with the officer with an attempt at braveness, smiling faintly at Sarah as she kisses him with a pat on the shoulder. The officer takes him out right, followed by Markham, who shakes his head slightly, as if it were all too much for him. Leonard lingers, well, I must say no, you mustn't. You needn't say a word. I know what you think. But I ain't crazy, and I wouldn't care if I

was. I got the best of that detective and gave him a piece of my mind that I hope he won't forget. Well, I should say you did a pretty generous piece, but I'm afraid you have a wrong idea as to what you did to him. But I made him give up. You think he'll keep his word, don't you? Oh? Yes, so far as that goes. But I don't see as we've gained much except a brief respite for Dick. Of course that's something, but we might as well face

the facts. We haven't found a clue yet, not a thing to refute their evidence, not even who gave them that tip, which upset all our plans. That certainly was a blow. Yes, I almost gave up for a while. It certainly is a mystery. Somebody knows, somebody who has an object in causing Dick's arrest. But who who? He declares. Nobody knew his name, but miss Navarre. Nobody else saw him there except those two, the man and this French maid del whatever her name is. Then

it was one of them that notified the police. But how did they know. You haven't found out who the man was. No, there seems to have been a lot of them. My, she must have been one of them vampire things it tells about in some of those detective stories, the kind they have in the movies. Poor thing. Maybe her fate was no more than she deserved. But to say that, Dick, Len, something's got to be done for one thing. I'm going to stay here and talk to

that frenchwoman. I may be able to get something out of her. I doubt it. She seems to have told all she knows. The police say her story hangs together. Oh, we can't get away from it. Everything points to young Brewster, but points wrong. I know it. There's something strange about all this. I mean something. We haven't even got an inkling off yet, Len, I want you to go away and leave me. I want to look around a little and talk to that woman. I don't

see the use The police have examined everything here so have. I. Yes, I know the police have and you have, but I haven't. I may think I'm too smart, Len, but it won't do any hurt for me to try. Something's got to be done. We are right up against that blank wall, and I'm going to make a desperate effort to find a loose stone in it. There must be a hole in it somewhere, if it's only a chink, and I shan't give up till I see at least a speck of light shining through. Well, I suppose, being a woman,

you'll have to have your own way. You ought to know that by this time. So I want you to go and leave me here for a while. M I don't know about that. I'm not so sure it would be safe. Pshaw. I guess I can take care of myself. Of course, you can wait downstairs for me if you want to. You might come up, say in fifteen minutes or so, and see if I'm still alive or need any help. Well, I suppose if you say so, I do so. Supposing you vanish, I want a chance to look around

and take things in. There may be a clue here somewhere, just waiting for me to pick it up. And maybe I can beat the great mark him at his own game. Tenny rate. I'll feel bitter satisfied to try, Leonard. That all right, very well, there's a telephone. I'll be down in the office. If you need me, phone down and I'll come right up. Otherwise I'll wait fifteen minutes, watch twenty. You needn't be in such an awful hurry. Oh all right, take your time.

Only remember there's the telephone, and be careful. Oh go on, I know what to do. Exit Leonard right. Sarah goes and close his door after him, stands for a moment, nob in hand, looking about, then comes to center, stands gazing around to right to left, up,

down, who's about examining everything closely? She does not appear to notice the curtains across door left, but gradually working her way in that direction, suddenly flings them apart, disclosing Delphine, who has been watching her, come right in. I was just going to call you, Delphine, entering a bit confused but still self possessed, we madame. I was about to inquire if I could be of assistance. That's very kind of you. Seem real anxious, don't you anxious? Oh, we such a more, Madame. You've

cut it a little different from the rest of them, haven't you. I suppose that's French Madame meaning the same is just plain madam in New York language. Well, I ain't either of them. I'm just miss plain, miss Newcombe. I see mademoiselle dumb zell Land. Sounds like swearing, don't it. I always heard you French woman. Won't very particular how you talked? Come all the way from France, did you? OHI a very long time ago, since I am quite petite, so must feel quite at home here

by this time. Kind of strange you still jabber French talk, seems so you might know all United States by this time. Oh, But always I am of my own language, so fond I do not so much seek to speak the anglaise I see to memory, dear, as the old song says. Well, anyway, supposing we sit down for a while and have a little talk, I'd kind of like to ask you a few things, if you don't mind, so sotement if Madame wish, but I will stand to sit also with Madame would not be what you say. The thing, so

I suppose maybe it wouldn't if that's the way you look at it. Still working here are you? I stay for a time. Oh, my poor mistress, Mademoiselle NEvAr, wiping her eyes, appearing grief stricken. A pardon, but it is so terrible, such shock as you say, I have not yet of myself to control. She was so kind, I am of her, so fond. How long had you worked for her? Oh? Not for so long a time, A three month maybefore with her? I cannot now just remember. Also she treats me as a friend, My poor

poor mistress, who have been so cruelly murdered by that mister Brewster. Stop don't say that he's my nephew and no murderer. Oh I know they say he is. You may think he did it, but I don't. And all the detectives in New York and the whole police department to boot couldn't make me believe it. I beg of Madame de pardon. I mean not to offend, but it is so plain. There can be no doubt what I

see, I see, what I know, I know. Well, sometimes folks think they see more, and they do and don't know quite so much as they think they do. Rising looking about, do you mind, sort of pointing out just what you did see what happened here that day that your mistress was killed. You didn't see it done, did you? Ah? But yes, almost it was the same I heard. I saw her, poor miss Navar, lying there, oh, so cruelly murdered, lying in a little pool of blood, her blood. And then then she pauses,

shuddering. But ain't you getting a little ahead of your story? First? You say you heard heard what a pistol go off? Go off? Oh we eat make the bank noise? So just as I come up in the elevator and get off here at this floor. So you didn't come on home with miss Navarre that day? No, seldom I would do that. Always you would have some friend, some gentleman, who would take her out to suppare, escort her home. I am to stay at the theater in a

dressing room, to put away her costumes, to arrange everything. You know, I come later by and by when I am true, that is how. But seldom it is that I come with her. She had quite a lot of gentlemen friends, didn't she. Oh Oi, it was Minnie. She was so popular that day. It seems it was the young man mister brewsteraire as you say, you're how is it my nephew? OUI but I did not know him. Never would she tell me the names. It is sometimes the one, sometimes it is another. I ask no questions. I

know my place. You had never seen my nephew, mister Brewster before that day, No, never had I seen him until I enter after the shot, find my mistress dead. Run here to this door, Put aside these curtains. So and there stand the young man, your mister Brustre, his eyes bulge, his faces of the crazy look. And there they're on the floor. Right by him. I see the pistol with which he had just fired the shot that killed my mistress. Delphine is holding back the curtains,

looking within the room. Off left. Sarah stands near her, looking at same spot. The pistol laid right there. We I pick it up. Oh, he picked it up and looked at it. Oh. We then I think it is too horrible. I drop it in the same spot. We in the same spot, right there? You see? Yes, I see hmm. And in the meantime, what else happened? Where was Dick? Oh? But he escape? I am so excited. He go quick there points right and disappear. I am at the telephone when again I look,

he is gone. But about that other man that was here? What became of him then? Why he also? He has gone? Oh he skipped too. Where did he go? I do not see. When I have called the police, I am alone, alone with her, my mistress dead. But it seems that man showed up. Afterwards they have his testimony, but then it is too late. The murderer, he is gone. Yes, whoever, it was not the one you think, But we won't argue that question. Now, I want to look around a little. I'll

see what this room looks like. Exit Sarah left. Delphine holds back curtain, looking in at her. Sarah calls from within, where does this door go to? The Oh? That door? It leads to the dining room. Then it is the kitchen. It as they say, there is a slight pause. Delphine drops curtain, comes to center, looking towards left, showing some annoyance, scowls with a vindictive expression. Sarah enters, holding curtain aside, looking back off left. There's just that one door, you say.

It leads into the dining room and on into the kitchen. So the kitchen, we seldom use when we have the meals here, it is the kettleer that would come in. Oh, that was the way you never did the cooking. I cook, but no, never, I am not the cook. Mon dieu. No, I don't see what you're staying here all this time for anyway? No work for you to do. Not getting any pay, are you? But my mistress already she have paid me in advance, and the apartment also for some time it is paid the police, They

say, I shall stay for the prisons till they have been here. Sometimes yes, and brought that poor boy to torture him. But don't you get lonesome here? Feel kind of sort of creepy like creepy like I do not know it is the strange word, but I need not to creep Well, never mind, only I wondered. Now, let me see, couldn't somebody have come in through that door in there and done it? But it is not possible. The door always it is locked, locked, that door between

that room and the dining room. That's funny. Why no the other door beyond the one that opens to the her the other entrants, you see, always that is locked. Nobody could come in besides mister Brustaire. He was there in this room, he see nobody. It is he that says so, he was alone. Quite When I come the door beyond, I find it still locked. Sarah puzzled, looking about, thinking deeply. And that other man who was here, the one who's skipped out two, you don't

know who he was. But no, as I have told, Madame, I believe some friend of miss Navarre who also come that day for the first time here she know him as so jealous, is afraid. She tell mister Brusteraire to hide there, and then when he suspects the quarrel, perhaps and in from there behind the curtain. Mister Brustaire wild, jealous too of the other one, crazy with the anger. He oh, that's how you Feeligure it out? Is it? Well? There may have been somebody in there,

crazy and wild with the an gere. But you needn't tell me. You have named the right person. I know better, Madam. Is it that you would say, I do not tell all that It is not true what I have said, But it is what you call coavide. The police they believe, and of course they do. They'll believe anything that suits their aside. You won't catch them trying to make it look any other way.

But what does Madam think? I don't think. I know that it wasn't Dick Bruce that had shot that woman, no matter if everybody else in the world says he did. But to prove I'm right, that's another thing. You'd like to help me, wouldn't you? But I cannot. It is not that I would not, but but what I know it is. Of course I sympathize. Beginning to tire of interview. Now, if Madame would care to go, thanks, but I'm in no hurry. I guess I'll

stay a while longer sits left center, but you needn't wait. I know the way out. Delphine goes door left, and if Madame should wish for me, she will call yes, but say, I wish you'd call me miss. I hate that madame business. Oh, sir tomone niece. Thanks, that's more like it, just Miss Newcombe. It makes me feel like a dressmaker or a woman that tells fortunes or fixes fingernails to be called madam all the time. She sits in deep thought, seeming not to notice Delphine,

who is about to exit left. She looks towards door right, and speaks just as delph imparts curtains left and is about to exit. Mm. By the way, that door there, pointing to write, there's another one and a little entry between, isn't there, Delphine coming part way back to left center? Try? Oh we vestibule, Yes, if that's what you call it. She goes right open's door, looking out that door, the one into the hall that's kept locked. I suppose we always it is locked.

It is the spring lock. Then it was locked that day of the that it happened. But you burst right in after you heard that shot. Had a key, I suppose why? Of course, miss NEvAr I both we have the key, the same one. No, no, each we have one. Then when you got off the elevator, just as you heard the shot, you unlocked the door and rushed right in. Delphine, makes a sense, I see. And when you came in, you saw miss Navarre there on the floor. Yes, yes, as I have said,

my poor mistress, Yes, yes you mean we we don't yer. Well, anyway, you rushed right across this room and pulled aside those curtains. How did you know there was anybody behind them? But I have held the shot. I look I see a hand a face there in the curtains. I look it is he m, it didn't take you long to unlock the door and get in after you got off the elevator. Did it had the key already? I suppose? Why? Of course it is so easy. It at take but a second. Now, of course, that's just one

of my foolish questions. But I'd like to see the key. The key. It is nothing, just a key, I know, but I'm sort of curious, just like to look at it. If it ain't too much trouble. It is strange, but of course it is in my bag. I will get it. Exit Delphine left, Sarah has closed door, right, comes to center, stands squinting her eyes with a keen, suspicious look. After Delphine seems to be putting two and two together. After a slight

pause, enter Delphine left. Beat it. Delphine indicating yale key one of two tied together. This Sarah taking keys, examining one indicated yes, and what is this other one? The other one? Oh? Why it is that we have two? Sure? And of course, so if you should lose one, as one might so easily you see, sure, easy as anything I've lost things myself, lots of times, keys too, but it seems kind of funny to have him tied together like this. If you lose

one, you lose both, then how'd you get in? She has placed one key on top of the other, comparing and examining them closely, feeling of nixing them. It is not that I keep them, so I have just tied them since. Oh, I see, of course, now you've got the other one, the one that she had. Delphine somewhat relieved. We why, of course, if you lose these, you have that one now? All very plain? You say? These are both to that door, indicating door, right, we both. She holds out her hand to

take keys. Sarah is about to give them to her when the doorbell rings, right, and she keeps them there. That's Lynn Fillmore. He said he'd come up after me. Starts to door. I Delphine is about to open door, right, but Sarah intercepts her. Never mind, I'll let him in. But Madame pot On, it is my place, land. I guess I've been to doors. She is too quick for Delphine open store and quickly goes out, pulling door shut behind her. Delphine seems annoyed.

After pause, open store, cautiously peering out Sarah outside. All right, Lynn go right in. Delphine closes door, quickly goes to center just as Leonard enters. Right. Oh you're here, are you? Del Paene de la fine? Monsieur? Oh, yes, fen new one on me? French, isn't it? Oh? We nice name? All right? Suits you Mercy? Mercy? Oh yes, that means much obliged. You're welcome. Nice name, nice girl. You were miss Navarre's maid. I understand we I am her maid. Am Oh, I see that's your way of

saying, was a sort of hired girl you were? I suppose I know, not that hired girl if it is the seventh that you mean. No, well you're a girl and you got paid. I guess it's about the same thing. But I suppose you didn't do much housework. Monsieur would joke with me. I beg to be excuse use about to exit left. Sure you needn't get mad about it. You and miss Newcomb have been having quite a chat here, haven't you. Oh? Indeed, march it is that

she is so inquisitive you mustn't mind her. She means all right, looking right. I wonder if she's got lost. I guess i'd better look Delphine at door right, I will see she is about to open door when Sarah enters. Ready, Lenn, well, I should say you yes already now, yes, you think it's about time? Looking about in search of something in back, Then on floor, I declare, I've lost my handkerchief. Must have dropped it to Delphine. Maybe it's in that room there? Would

you mind looking? No stam exit Delphine left. The curtains are closed, Sarah glancing left, then going and looking through curtains, closing them, coming back, speaking cautiously to Leonard, Lenn Yes, glancing left. You know that stone wall, the blind one. Yes, well there is a chink in it, a hole. Ah, and it's a key hole. Going right, about to exit. He follows her curiously, Yes, Lenn, a key hole, and I think I've got the key that fits it.

Exit Sarah, door right. Leonard at door, holding it part way open, looks out after her with wrinkled brows, then smiles indulgently. Exit Leonard right. That same instant entered Delphine left. I did not find. She looks surprised, puzzled, hastens to door right just as Leonard closes it behind him, she opens it, Madame. The key the outer door is heard to slam. Delphine stands with knob of inner door in her hand, looking

out a perplexed expression, then one of apprehension. Fright dawns upon her face curtain end of Act three, Act four of Alias Miss Sherlock by Arthur Lewis Tubbs. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. Act four scene the same as two. About three weeks later, discover Aaron Flint standing up by left upper entrance, with cheap suitcase in one hand,

a rolled up umbrella in the other, his hat on pushed back. Lilian is part way down center. She wears hat coat, etc. Has handbag and a good sized package of brown paper well tied with string. They are both looking at Hanson, who is posed in left upper entrance in his most pompous attitude. Wow, I guess you can tell Miss Newcombe we're here, can't You should think you might do that much to Blige. She's staying here, ain't she Hanson gives a stiff bow in ascent. Well, and can't

you go and tell her? Aaron, you keep steel and take your head off. Where's your manners? Aaron removes his hat sheepishly memory, Oh, I suppose see, and you let us in that maybe you worked here. But if I've made a mistake, I beg your pardon. I am the butler any relation to Sam Butler up in Warren County Land. Aaron flint, ain't you got a bit of sense? He means he's a waiter. Oh, that's it. Then maybe he's waiting for a tip, filling in pockets.

Hanson shows offended dignity. That's the way they all be down this way. Won't budge an inch unless you tip them. If you will present me with your cards. He has cab tray, which he now holds out. Aaron places a coin on it. Hanson pays no attention to this, though, assuming an even more pompous manner. Man, we ain't got no cards. We ain't that stylish. I guess it'll be all right if you just go and tell her some friends of hers are here. What name, please

Newcombe? Sarah Newcomb? Pardon me? The names? I am to announce. Oh you mean Aaron names? Never mind, Just tell her what I said, some friends of hers. We want a surpriser and some turns, And in a most dignified manner, goes upstairs. Aaron going to foot up stairs, looking up after him. Well, now I'll be gum swizzled if he ain't the darnedest I thought. Maybe twas the King of Egypt or somebody here making him a visit. Yes, of course you had to go and

show your greenness. Land. I should think you'd know what a butler is, after all them storybooks you've read. It's only another name for hired man, same as you me like law gosh, strangle me. Seems to me you didn't know much more about it, and I did, though, when it come to that. Guess if I'm green, you're a good match for me. They have come part way down. Aaron has placed grip etc. On one side. Both go about examining furniture, pictures, etc. Guy,

it fixed up pretty swell here, ain't me? Guess this is what you'd call style? Yes, the kind of style. Miss Brewster and her daughter keep up and then come and live on, Miss newcome all summer. I guess if the truth was known. She's putting up for some of this too, though she never lets on. I know her tis pretty grand, though ain't nothing in Brookville like it, even at the hotel. Dang knows we'll know how to act. They can't scare me with their high falutin things

and stuck up ways. I'm as good as they are when it comes to that, and you needn't go to apologize, Aaron Flint, hold your head up and act as if you as good as anybody. Gosh, I never could act as if I was such a big bug as that butler fella the idea, hen sh here she comes. Sarah appears at top of stairs. They see her and draw back to one side so that she does not see them. As she comes down, enters and to center. They then approach

her, one on each side. Henson comes downstairs, exits right. Sarah turns, sees them in utter bewilderment, almost unable to speak. Why if it isn't it can't be, But it is, miss newcom it's us. We've found you. At last thought, we never would talk about your needle in a woodpile. Guess we wouldn't, ye if it ain't been from my detecative instinct. But I don't understand. I can't believe it. You Lily Anne and Aaron way down here in New York and together? What does it

mean? Oh? We just thought we'd take a little trip. I thought maybe you'd be glad to see us. Why I am, of course, But it don't seem respectable. What'll folks say? Do they know about it? There in Brookwell? Sure? Regular crowd there see us off? Lily Anne? What does it mean? Are you crazy? I don't know, but I am as Newcombe. I guess you'll think so when I tell you the truth is we're married, married, you and Aaron Flint good Lynn. You don't suppose I'd be taking a trip with him to New York if I

Wasn't you know me better than that, miss Newcombe. We've been married three days, ain't it? Aaron? Seems more like three weeks or months? To me? Oh? It does? Does it? Much? Obliged? But how did it ever happen? After the way you always bow, Lily Anne? But I declare, I'm so upset I for God to be polite. Set down Lily Anne, and you too, Aaron Land's sakes lily Anne. I suppose I ought to call you missus flint mercy me, don't you do it? I wouldn't know the answer. Lilianne, I was Lilianne,

I Ane, and Lilianna always will be. I guess you will be to me anyway, but tell me, oh well, Aaron. He kept pestering me till I couldn't stand it any longer. So all of a sudden I open said yes. I had to do it to get rid of them. Made up my mind it'd be easier to handle a husband than a feller wanted

to be. Besides, the inducements was too much for me. I couldn't hold out any longer when he said we'd come to New York and see you and all the sights I'd been saving up for a considerable spell with this year tripping view. And when I set my mind to a thing, well, I most generally get it. I must say I admired your perseverance. Aaron. Hm, I'm glad you took him, Lilianne. Only, I hope it don't mean you're going to desert me. No, indeed, Miss Newcomb,

not much ah kalaiate We'll stick closer, never just run away. For a little weddin tower, so to speak. Sal Bennett and Fidelia looking after things at the farm. We attended to that, all right, we're just taking a week, yes, and curtainly he' been to it, you bet been stopping at the Astor house. Sounds real flowery, don't it? Tis too in expansive? Appropriate too for a newly married Brighton couple. He asked

her, and she said she would. Aaron Flint, don't try to be smart land Sakes, miss Newcomb. I have my hands full with him, honest, I didn't know anybody could be so green? Why, Lily Anne? Well, he is the man at the hotel told us a good show to go to would be the Hippodrome, And Aaron, he says, is that where they have trained hippopotamuses, as if they could. I guess you

needn't talk. When a policeman told us that tall slim building was a flat iron building, Lillianne, she says, right out, Oh, let's go in and see them make some flat irons. I was just joking. I guess that wouldn't no worse than you trying to blow out the electric light. Say them't do? Don't you believe her, Miss Newcombe, I guess I ain't such an old hay seed as all that weren't me at any rate.

When we was up in Central Park and they pointed out that big statue they called Cleopatra's Needle, it said needed What are they call it a needed for? They ain't no eye hole in it? They begin to show signs of a real tiff. Sarah tries to pacify them when it comes to that, I guess we ain't no green and the city folks are in the country. Remember that girl from New York that board it with Miss OrCAD last summer, wanted to know which coward was gave butter milk gosh? I remember her,

She just thought it was cute. Pretend she didn't know nothing. Well, there's plenty of em, don't have to pretend. But my goodness, Miss Newcombe, we ain't ask you how you are? And how about that boy your nephew, and all how's it coming out? We're hoping for the best, Lily Anne. I'll tell you all about it later on. You must be tired now and want to get brushed up a little. I'll see about a room now. You needn't bother Miss Newcomb it might put you out some

sads. What miss Brewster think. Oh I can fix it all right, you leave it to me. She starts up center, as if to show them upstairs. Lilianne pauses center. Aaron is left center. Well we might stay one night. Looks real stylished here, don't But I suppose you're getting used to it. No, I can't say, I am. I can't hardly wait to get back to the farm. But come on and we'll see where you can sleep. I guess in the room right next to mine.

Oh, that'll be fun, Aaron. Where's that bundle? Aaron taking package from chair where she had placed it. Here it is, dearie. Lilian, sniffing at his display of sentiment, takes package. Here's a few things I brought you, miss Newcomb. Just two or three of my fried cakes, a little bottle of that preserved watermelon Ryan you're so fond of, and two or three other little things. Sarah taking package. Oh, lili Anne, how good of you, my, But they'll taste good. I'm so

tired of their fancy cooking. Here. Oh and some of your fried cakes, of course, they maybe a little dry. And I got a dozen or so red apples for Lynn fillmore in the grip, thought he might want to treat Miss Brewster. Is he still shining up to her, Aaron Flint, as if she'd have him? Not? But what he's too good for her? And how is Lynn, Miss Newcombe? Oh, he's well about played out though with the struggle to save my boy. But we'll do it,

we will. I'd better show you your room now. She is about to lead the way upstairs when Helen enters, right, she sees them show surprise. Why if it isn't mister and missus Aaron Flint, what married you too? Sure ain't too enough? Don't mind him, Miss Brewster, he ain't responsible. Yes, we're married. On our trip. Just call to see Miss Newcombe and she's kind enough to want us to stay on that if it won't put you out, Helen, with a display of cordiality, shaking

hands with them. Why no, of course it won't. We have plenty of room. Please accept my congratulations. Thank you. I am wishing you the same. I was just going to take him upstairs, Helen. I thought i'd put them in the room next to mine. I guess it'll be all right, won't it? Of course it will. But I'll call Hanson press its button. I guess he ain't much stuck. I'm waiting on us. If we'd be a newly married, brided couple on our wedding tower.

Helen smiles good naturedly. Lily Anne frowns at Aaron with an admonishing shake of the head. Oh well, that's what we'd be, and I ain't ashamed of it. By the way, we brung something for you, miss Brewster, something for me. Yep, right from the farm of them red apples. Leash one has our brun bim fillmoorsom, and I reckon he'll be willing to divide him with you. Helen looks somewhat confused. Enter Hanson, right, Hanson, show mister and missus Flint to the room. Next to Miss

Newcome's. Aaron has taken up grip, but now yields it to Hanson, who handles it with extreme caution, as if fearing contamination. You needn't be afraid of it, mister Butler, it won't bite. Hanson, in his stiffest manner, goes up the stairs carrying the suitcase. Aaron takes the umbrella package, etc. He and Lilian are following Hanson upstairs, she preceding him. Part way up. Aaron turns and speaks, I hope you'll like the apples, miss Brewster. Thought maybe they'd seem like old times, them red

ones. You know, thank you, you are very kind, Aaron Flant you come up here. They ain't the same apples at all, Miss Brewster. They're all gone long ago then summer ones. But these are red and twice as sweet. Aaron at top of stairs, as he is about to follow Lilian, who has made her exit, and that hals apt to give you the stomach ache, extern Helen, paying no attention to his remark, crosses to right center. Sarah comes down to center. You mustn't mind them,

Helen. They mean all right. I hope you don't mind their coming. I was just as much surprised as you were. They never let me know a thing about it. Why should I care? I am glad if you are pleased to see them. Well, I don't know what emials say. Henson comes downstairs, exit right. She has no right to object. Isn't this practically your house now? Surely, Helen? You know I don't want you to feel that way, don't you think with all we've got to

bear. We might be a little closer together, you and me, Helen. I'm your aunt. I want to see you happy, if only I'm afraid there's not much happiness in store for me, Aunt, Sarah. Even if you succeed in saving Dick, as you seem to think you can, you can't save me. Why, Helen, girl, what do you mean? You've given up that man? And now isn't there another one? Someone? You? Really? There is no one else. I have sent for him to ask his forgiveness for what I said to him. He is coming

this afternoon. I am to be his. But Helen, you can't marry that man, even if he still wants you. You mustn't. I can, I must. It is the only way I have made up my mind. Well, I guess you're a woman in have to change it to make it up all over again. If you knew what that man is, what he has done, it would make no difference. She kindly but firmly puts Sarah aside and goes up. Right there, she meets Missus Brewster, who

enters right upper entrance. Sarah goes towards Missus Brewster speaks with vehemence. Helen pauses m Brewster, What kind of woman are you? What kind of mother? A woman that thinks of nothing but herself, of having a fine house to live in, grand clothes to put on her back, and jewelry to hang around her neck and dangle in her ears. A mother who would sell her own daughter to get those things, sell her to a man who isn't fit to wipe a decent girl's shoes? Is that what you are, my

sister? And I'm ashamed of you. Sorry, we had the same mother. Look what's come to you? A son? And now you want to bring your daughter to something worse. He's innocent, while you you want to make this girl the property of a man who has who But you shan't do it. You shan't, Missus Brewster, who has stood apparently too dumbfounded to speak, or as if trying in vain to do so. How dare you

talk to me like this? How dare you? Dear? Do you think I'm afraid of you of anything when it comes to this, No, what I'm afraid of is to trust you with your own child, And I'm going to save her from you, from her own mother. She has gone up right now, exits missus Brewster, and Helen seemed too surprised to speak. Missus Brewster, quivering with anger, standing center, Helen, who has gone to left center, overcome with grief and shame, sinks into chair, covering

her face with hands. I will not put up with it. I shall turn her out of the house. Even if she is my sister. Perhaps it is she who can turn us out. Don't forget that she with her palter and money. We'll see how far she can go. She shall leave this house. But wait soon as she may have no further claim upon us, Helen. What do you mean that you've reconsidered? That is not too late, Helen. She has risen stuns Santa. It means that I have sent for him, that he is coming back, missus Brewster, as if

to caressa but desisting as Helen draws away coldly. My daughter, my own darling child. No, please, let there be no false sentiment between us. I'm going to sacrifice myself. He is coming to gloat over me, over the woman who, after all humbles herself at his feet. Let us understand each other. Mother, tell the truth this once. Then I will seal it up in my heart forever and bear it all in silence. Helen. No, if you feel that way about it, I won't let you.

Oh, you needn't upbraid yourself. I know what I am doing. It may mean that we can free Dick too, hide our disgrace. Money can do anything like that. I needn't count. It doesn't matter that I shall be living a lie. I shall not be the first woman that has sold herself for money to a man. She loathes when she loves another. Helen, you don't mean you can't not that you love Helen turns to her in a sudden, brief surrender to her real feelings. Yes, let me

own it this once, though not to him. He shall never know. But I love him. I love him, I have from the very first, though I didn't realize it. Then he is a man, a true noble man, worthy of my love, of any woman's love. But I I am not worthy of his. She breaks down. Missus Bruceter looks at her with some show of compassion, but still evidently rejoicing that she has gained

her point. But that uncouth countryman Helen, throwing off her real feelings with a forced air of hardness and indifference, though still with a trace of deeper emotion. We will not speak of it anymore ever again. Remember, but you needn't fear. I shall keep my word. She is about to go upright, but suddenly pauses. Oh, by the way, I forgot. We have some guests. Guests, yes, whom, no doubt you will

be overjoyed to see old friends of yours, mister and missus Flint. Flint, you cannot mean Aaron and his blushing bride, Lilianne, from the fair domain of the Newcomb Farm in Brookville. They are here on their wedding trip and have honored us with their presence for a brief sojourn. I must confess I was quite pleased to see them. I shall not submit. How could Sarah presume to invite them here? She didn't. They took her by surprise

also, But I shouldn't worry. Doubtless they will be sufficiently entertained without our assistance. The dope rings Helen starts with a suppressed shudder. That may be I cannot see him just yet. I will be in the library. Exit Helen right, enter, Hanson right goes out left up exit. Missus Brewster

stands right center with an expectant look denoting triumph. After a pause, Hanson, Chason, Leonard Fillmore exit Henson right, Missus Brewster suddenly assuming a cold, distant manner, Good afternoon, mister Fillmore, you will pardon me. I was expecting a gentleman starts to go upright, disdaining him. He has entered expectantly with a cordial look. But Wilt's half good naturedly at her attitude. Oh, I see, sorry if I don't fit the bell, Missus

Brewster, realizing her rudeness, speaking a bit more cordially. Of course, I meant another gentleman. Thanks. I feel better, but I can't see miss Newcombe. If I may, who will have her informed that you are here? Except missus Brewster. Wright. Leonard is down right center by table, does not notice Aaron and Lilian who appear at top of stairs. They have TIEDI it up. Aaron with hair shinily sleeked, et cetera, liliane with change to brighter dress or shirt waist or with an added gay ribbon or

something of the sort. They see Leonard steal down close to him, one on either side. How do you do? Leonard turns, sees them, almost overcome by surprise. What Aaron Lilian, mister m missus, Aaron Flint, if you please never you don't mean sure thing, Ashma blushing bride, Yes, Lynn, that's us. Well, I'll be switched. You've put one over on us this time, and no mistake. Shake gives one hunt to each say shake most cordially wonders never sees. So you gave in at

last, Lily Anne Land Lynn. I just had to. They weren't no other ways I could see as ever get into New York. I just had to come and see you and Miss Newcombe and find out everything if you're going to save that boy in all just couldn't stand it, and a little thing like having Aaron here for a husband didn't count. She's got me, though, and I'll keep even after we get back to the farm. Then my part will come in. I ain't worrying. Tell me, Lynn, how

are you? What's the prospects? And everything? I can't I tell you now. I'm almost too overcome and so glad to see you that I can hardly talk. Hope you'll stay long enough for us to give you the best time anybody ever had. But just at present, I'm up to my neck in the job of my life. The trial comes off day after tomorrow, and there's a lot to do before then. Oh Lynn, you're going to save him? Well, I can tell you this much. If I do, it will be owing to Miss Newcombe to what she has done. That

woman's a wonder what she can't see through and figure out? De check is eve instinct just link mine. You couldn't detect a clue as big as an elephant unless it bit you. I ain't surprised at Miss Newcombe though all the mystery stories and such. I'm waiting to see her. It's most important. So if you don't mind, will you just leave us alone for a few minutes. I'm sorry, but you understand. Sure we do. We'll just

snoop around little and see what we can see. Come along, sweetie, Lilian sniffing at his show of sentiment, she follows him to left second exit. All right, Lean, maybe we'll find the kitchen so that I can see what kind of hired girl they got. I might get a few pointers on real style. So when you and your city bride come to Brookville on your wedding trip, Oh calm, Lily, Bud, I bet he'd rather

have your cooking any day. Wouldn't you, Lanne. You've said it, Aaron, But I ain't objecting to getting a sniff of what we're going to get here for supper. I'm as hungry as seven bears in a woodchuck. Exit. Aaron left second, except so am I to tell the truth. I don't see as being married spoils your appetite a bit, excepting for being married. Exit Lilian left second. Exit. Lennard smiles, turns and meet Sarah, who enters right. Oh, Lynn, here you are at last.

I've been almost crazy waiting for you. Tell me? Did you fix it? Will that woman be here? Yes? I had quite a time, but at last convinced Markham that it was of crucial importance. She has left the apartment, and at first he said we must come to headquarters where she is detained as a material witness. But finally he consented to bring her here. It looks like things we're playing into our hands at last. Didn't I tell you they would? They are sure to come right in the end.

Well, it's a good thing to hope anyway. And as for hope, do you think there's any I mean, do you think sure there is? Lynn? But you've got to fight for that too. It's her mother. If it wasn't for her, why what has she done now? I hate to tell you, Lynn, but the truth is Helen has sent for that man to come back to take bank what she said to him, to tell him she'll be his. But how can she when she knows you mustn't let her assert your rights. She thinks she must sacrifice herself. But do

you mean to stand back and let that man have her? Huh? I'd grab her up and carry her off by main force. First hum, cave man stuff a good idea. Well, I don't know about any cave part, but thank yous, you're just a man that could do it once you got your spunk up. But tell me, I'm dying to know. How is Dick bearing up like a man? He has new courage thanks to you. We can't fail now, we mustn't, But I guess it's still up to you, Miss Newcomb. The woman sticks to her story, hasn't budged

an inch. The police believe her, and if you can't shake her, I don't know who or what can. She's a pretty slick one. All I want is one more chance at her. What we've found out in the past three weeks, maybe a little surprise for her and a few others. It takes a woman to see through a woman, and I began to see through that one in just about two minutes. That French accent didn't sound quite like the real thing to me, little as I know about it. She

slipped back into plain American without noticing it once or twice. And I noticed what none of you men did. That her eyes don't match that black hair, and that that hair has been dyed. And she was a little too ready to explain things like she'd thought him out beforehand. And those two keys, two keys that fit the same lock, don't have different nicks to him. My fingers soon told me that the doorbell rings. Ah, there's the

bell again. I guess that's about the busiest little doorbell in New York lately. Hanson is earning his wages for once, and I mean to see that he gets him and a Hanson. Write Henson, whoever that is, keep him out there in the hall till you'll let us know who it is. Exit Henson, left up. Exit. There is a slight pause. Sarah goes up and looks off left up Exit. It's them, and I'll vanish for the present. Now's your chance. Er. I sort of traded it

after all. Exit Leonard left second exit. Sarah is going right center as Markham enters left up exit. He comes down looking somewhat puzzled and not altogether pleased. Good afternoon, mister Markham. Well I've brought the woman. What are you going to do about it? Talk to her a few minutes, if you'll let me. I don't see what for That woman's talked and Ben talked to till there's nothing more to be said. Don't you suppose we got

everything out of her? She's got to tell all she's got to tell you, maybe, but not all she's got to tell if I can make her tell it. Markham, snaring with a sarcastic laugh. Qu are kind of business this anyway? Sort of irregular? But Fillmore told me it was for something that couldn't be done in any other way, and I don't want to be contrary. I suppose it's all right. It's only fair to give you

your chance. I suppose, though I must say, I don't see what you think you're going to do. What I'm going to do, first, mister Markham, is to ask you to leave me alone with her. I don't see an objection to that, but of course I'll have to stick around. I want you to indicating left second exit in that room. I want you to hear every word that is said and act accordingly. That satisfactory. She's out in the hall there. I told her to wait. Oh,

Higgins is outside. I told him to trail along. Keep his eyes peeled going to left second exit in here. Yes, you'll find mister Fillmore in there. He understands. Well, that's more than I do. But all chatted. Exit Markham, left second exit. Sarah stands a moment as if to gain courage, then goes and looks off left upper exit. She makes a slight motion. Henson appears in left upprentance. Bring the woman in here. Henson exit Hanson. He reappears, shows in Delphine and again exits.

Delphine appears in left apprentrance. Pauses, looks about curiously with a manner denoting some suspicion. She wears a long black veil over her hat, which she now throws back. Sarah, having withdrawn to right center, stands watching her. Delphine comes down, turns see Sarah starts. So it is you, madame. Won't you sit down, Delphine? She does not sit as yet. But why am I brought here? I do not understand. I was not told that it was to see you. What house is this? Why

do I come here? Well? You see, I thought you must think it kind of funny the way I left you so suddenly that day. And I haven't been feeling very well lately, so I thought it would be real kind of you to come and see me so I could apologize for carrying off your keys the way I did. You see, I was so excited after what I'd been through that I really didn't know what I was doing. I guess you understand. Oh we satament, madame, But to come here it

is strange. However, I am here, yes, and do sit down. Might as well be comfortable. I hear you not staying at that flat anymore. No, it was so, as you said, gloomy, lonesome, and a thought of poor miss Nevarre. Oh it is too much, but I must not go away. They detain me as a witness. Oh, it is so terrible. I must tell it all in court. I don't wonder you dread it, but think of me and my boy. It is too bad. I sympathize, but I must tell all, Yes,

you must tell all. Aren't there a few things you haven't told yet? I do not understand. Does Madame intend to insinuate? No, that's a good plain English word, insinuate, And you didn't say it a bit frenchy. But I wasn't insinuating. I'm just asking, couldn't you tell a few more things if you would? Madame? What is it that you mean? Oh? I wish you wouldn't keep calling me madame. What I meant was maybe you could help me a little as to why those two keys were different.

When you say they were for the same lock, then I mistake. It does not matter, or we have many keys, but those two were enough for me. They proved a pretty good fit to what I was trying to open. One fit to the front door to your apartment, the other

the back door to the kitchen at or whatever they call it. But of course there must be a key to that door also, of course, Or how could you, after you came up in the elevator that day have slipped around first to that back door, gone into the kitchen, through the dining room, into that other room, and then Delphine, becoming alarmed, but

making a good effort to conceal her growing suspicion and fear. What do you mean, I came in the front door directly to the room where Miss Naval lay dead, shot the boy, your nephew, direct from the whole I emptied after getting off the elevator, so you said, But it happens, I didn't quite see it that way, So I found out which elevator boy brought you up. He remembers very well. You say you got off the

elevator just as the shot was fired. You didn't. He let you off at the fourth floor, went on up to the tenth, and it was when he got back to the fourth floor that the gun was fired. He heard it. You had been off the elevator for five minutes or more, Delphine, who has sprung up, beginning to lose control of herself. It

is not true, He lies. Lies. I say, you had plenty of time to go around to the other door, look in to see who was there seeing you, a chance of having your revenge with somebody else to be suspected of your deed. Fire the shot, go back, come in, and Delphine, in a furious rage. How dare you say such things, accuse me of such an infamous act? It is an outrage. So that is why you have had me brought here to insult me, to accuse me of killing my dear mistress, who was all kindness to me, whom

I loved. It is infamous. You shall pay for this. You will see. You will see. I see that you talk United States much better than you put on a French accent. For all, you are a very clever actress, Miss Bateman. What what do you mean? My name is Eliza Bateman. Of course it is your real name. Quite a well known actress too, and a pretty good one. French maids are quite a speciality of yours, and so your impersonation came in very handy when you went and

hired out to Miss Navarre. Even she didn't see through your neat disguise in your assumed accent. It happens, I did, though I was sort of looking too. That was the difference. Lies lies, I see you lie. It is all lies, an infamous, vile plot. I will not stay here. She is about to leave, but Sarah bars her way so determinedly that she is compelled to stay, though fuming with rage and illy disguised

fear. You see, I haven't been losing any time. Me and that plain country lawyer, the smart New York lawyers and great detectives have made so much fun of We have done a little detective work on our own hooks and found out a few things about you, Miss Bateman. I know not that name. It is false. You mean Delphine is about that pistol too. It was Miss Navarre's. She kept it there. You knew where it was in that room. It was easy enough for you to get in the way

you did shoot over Dick Brewster's shoulder. Slip out and be still, Be still, I say, I will not listen. It is false. I did not do it. No, no, you lie, you lie. It is that truth. You say I killed my mistress, Miss Navarre. No, no, it was not she. I she stopped, suddenly, confused, trying to cover her mistake. I mean I could not she who was so good to me? How can you say Sarah going close to her, looking straight to her face and speaking very deliberately and distinctly. A woman

seldom hits what she aims at. You didn't. What do you mean? I there was a man in that room also, I know, yes, but to me he was a steinger. Maybe a woman has the right to kill the man who has wronged her, the man who has promised to marry her and then thrown her over for another. Maybe she has a right to put on a disguise so she can follow him and prove just how false he is to her. I don't know. Maybe there is some excuse for a woman doing that. There may be some for you. You didn't mean to

kill miss Navarre. I believe that, but you meant to kill him. It was him you shot at and you killed her. No, no, you shall not say that. It is not true. I did not know him. I never saw him. Before the doorbell rings, Sarah goes to left up entrance, looks Solf. After a slight pause, enter ralph daring. He comes partway down center stops as he sees Delphine, surprised but not recognizing her. I beg, pardon, I did not know, mister deering.

Permit me to introduce miss Eliza Bateman. Daring too much taken aback to conceal his amazement. Eliza, you, what does this mean? So you recognize her? Why? Yes? I do now, though she is not the same. I never thought, of course you didn't. How could you have blonde turned into a brunette. Deering looks dumbfounded, but recognizes Delphine, who is unable longer to conceal her identity. She still tries desperately to brazen it out. However, this gentleman is a stranger to me, you will

excuse. She starts to go left up her exit, but Daring steps in her way, so she is compelled to remain. Wait. I begin to understand a very clever disguise, my girl. It's no wonder I didn't recognize you, so you were tracking me down seeking revenge? Eh? I see it was you who fired that shot at me. It is not true. It's a lie, a lie, I say, let me puss not so fast. I guess your little game is up, miss Bateman. It didn't

work, did it? And she took my place? Delphine at first seeming about to attempt to brazen it out, then as Daring continues looking steadily at her, showing fright, which turns to despair and desperation, it's no use. I see now it's true. True. I can deny it no longer. Yes, it was you, you who made love to me, led me on till I gave all all, and then deserted me for another. It drove me mad. I was alone, outcast, all because of you, and I resolved to have revenge. But it was not to kill you.

No, no, not that. But that day when I saw you with her, heard what you said, I was mad, mad, and in that one moment of desperation, I tried to end at all. The pistol was there where she kept it, and he the boy, he was there. I fired at you almost before I knew what I was doing. I didn't know I was mad, insane, I say. But I fired at you, I thought, but I killed her, the one who had been kind to me, whom I loved. Oh it was terrible. Take me away. I don't care now what becomes of me. You are not

fit to live. But I didn't mean to be a what you say, I am No, no, She breaks down, sobbing hysterically. Markham, who has entered second left entrance, goes to her, taking hold of her. Not ungently, leave her to me, I'll look after her. Helen has entered right in time to hear part of the foregoing unnoticed by the others. Markham supports Delphine and takes her up left. He pauses as Sarah goes up, speaking to him, what will they do with her? Do you

think? No? Not so bad? Man's laughter? Temporary insanity? Perhaps? Oh I'm glad, perhaps she had some excuse. She turns, looks accusingly scornfully at Dearing, who has a defiant attitude, paying no attention to her. And as to that other, your boy, ma'am, why this changes things? You think now? That that he that think? Well, you and fillmore might come down to headquarters soon. As again it'll be all right for the boy now He goes out left up her exit with Delphine,

who is still sobbing and moaning, though more quietly than before. Deering follows them. After one look at Helen, whom he has discovered standing upright. She freezes him with a contemptuous glance. He shrugs his shoulders and exits left up brexit. Sarah stands left center, looking after them, her hands clasped,

almost weeping, but with a rapt joyful expression. After a slight pause, she turns sees Helen, who is still standing right, pale and motionless, staring straight ahead as if dazed, Sarah going to Helen, taking hold of her gently. Helen, you have heard, you understand. He is the man who who, yes, Helen, the one who was there that night, the man who, for revenge on you, told the police that it was Dick. Oh, Helen, did you need this to show you what he is? No? But this ends it. It was ended before,

dear, Only you wouldn't believe it, aren't you? Glad? Thankful? It means that Dick will be free, that you yes, and you have saved him, saved me. Oh, Aunt, Sarah, can you ever forgive us? Forgive me? There there, my dear, there's nothing to forgive, not a thing. Helen is weeping. Sarah, with an arm about her, leads her upright, but pauses as leonardent as left second entrance. He pauses left. Sarah sees him, leaves Helen and goes to him, holding out both hands, which he takes. Oh, lenn isn't

it wonderful? Wonderful? Yes, it is all wonderful, and you are the most wonderful of all. I declare you're a regular Miss Sherlock Holmes. Helen, at Lennard's entrance, gives him one glance, her face showing deep emotion, indicating that she dare not trust herself to speak to him. She exits right, pshaw, I haven't done anything at any rate. If I have, I've had pretty good help. And now I'm going to him, and you are going with me? Yes, but looking right longingly Sarah looking

round. Oh, I see she's run away. Wait, going right, and don't forget what I told you Lynne about Oh, I don't think that will be necessary now that cave stuff. I have something better than that. Look what Erin gave me. Takes a red apple from his pocket, holds it up. I don't think she'll be able to resist that, do you? No? Not? When you go with it? Exits Sarah right,

looking back at him with an encouraging smile. He goes over to left Center stands there waiting, looking eagerly towards right, the hand in which is the apple behind him. After a slight pause enters Sarah Wright, leading Helen, who comes timidly looking down. Sarah urges her on to center. Helen, she looks up at him, then her glance again falls, and she turns as if to go, but Sarah holds her, pushing her gently towards Leonard.

Helen yields slowly. Leonard advances a step, holds out the apple, smiling with an adoring look at her look from the old orchard, our Eden. Will you share it with me? She falters, looking down, then up again, meeting his gaze with a tender smile, yields. He takes her in his arms, puts apple to her lips, kisses it where her lips were, then kisses her Sarah. Her face radiant has gone upright, and exits quietly just as the curtain falls. Curtain end of Act four.

End of Alias Miss Sherlock by Arthur Lewis Tubbs