[_Rising, leaves report lying on table._] Then perhaps
you will explain how you got those clothes?
KATE. [_Who has had great difficulty keeping still._] I bought
those clothes for him. Now are you satisfied?
CASE WORKER. And who are you?
KATE. A friend.
CASE WORKER. So--it's _that_ kind of a deal. I wondered who you
were.
MARTIN. [_Angry._] Does that go in your report?
CASE WORKER. Yes, that will go in my report.
MARTIN. The lady's name and address, I suppose--and whether she is
married or single?
CASE WORKER. You needn't be sarcastic.
MARTIN. And if she is married, do you notify the husband?
CASE WORKER. I don't think there is any ruling on that.
[KATE, _unseen, gets hold of report and holds it behind her._]
KATE. Well, what will happen in this case?
CASE WORKER. I don't know. I shall turn in my report.
KATE. Oh no you won't. Not _this_ report! [_She tears and crumples
it._].
CASE WORKER. How dare you?
KATE. Get out!
CASE WORKER. I'll report you.
KATE. You haven't got my name and address yet.
CASE WORKER. I'll send the chief investigator here.
MARTIN. Madam, you will do nothing of the sort. Or I'll report you.
CASE WORKER. You will? To whom?
MARTIN. To a New York newspaper which would just love the story of
a noble case worker and how well she works her cases.
CASE WORKER. The impudence!
MARTIN.
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