LAURA. She'll die of curiosity.
TIPPY. Telephone operators develop immunity.
LAURA. You're a dear. Thanks.--But--what shall we do?
TIPPY. There is nothing more we can do until you're ready to notify
the Missing Persons Bureau.
LAURA. Do you think we ought to?
TIPPY. No.--I hate to seem callous to your distress, dear, but
involving the police department at this moment would be a little
premature.
LAURA. But I'm so worried. He might do anything, Tippy.
TIPPY. The chances are he'll do nothing but take a walk.
LAURA. If I only knew ...
TIPPY. And what could you tell the police? Man quarrelled with
wife, left house, has been gone four hours....
LAURA. It seems dreadful, dreadful--just to sit here and not know
anything.
MARTIN. I think I have a hunch.
LAURA. Oh, Martin! Why didn't you say so before?
MARTIN. I only just got the hunch.
LAURA. What? Where?
MARTIN. Now wait a minute. It's only a hunch, and my hunches aren't
so hot. I don't believe in them, you see.
LAURA. But you'll go, won't you? You'll go?
MARTIN. Oh, sure. [_Gets hat._] You stay here with Tippy.
LAURA. [_Grabbing her things._] No. I want to go with you.
MARTIN. Please don't, Laura. I don't know where Ken is. It's just a
mere possibility; an old dump I used to take him to. You stay here.
[_He goes. Just as he closes door_ TED _walks into room.
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