Rose of Washington Square Page #2

They may even go so far

as to get downright sore...

till they meet you.

- Good evening, sir.

- Miss Sargent and Mr. Clinton.

Mr. Barton DeWitt Clinton, sir?

That's the play-by-play

version, yes.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Clinton,

there's a parcel here for you.

Oh, that's right. Excuse me, dear.

I'll be back in just a minute.

- From Tiffany's, sir.

- Yes, that's it.

Thanks, cowboy.

Bart, you old son of a gun.

How are you, Buck?

It's great to see you again.

Miss Sargent, darling, may I present

our host, Major Buck Russell.

Biggest dude in the A.E.F.

He not only wore pajamas in France, but he

had coat hangers for 'em in the trenches.

Yes, that would be peculiar

to a man who sleeps with his hat on.

I can get rid of this fellow for you

if you like, Miss Sargent.

- Ask me later.

- I'll remember.

Come on outside. I've got some stuff

out here right off the boat.

And I mean that.

So do I.

- Good night, darling.

- Good night.

- See you in the morning?

- Mm-hmm.

- Good night.

- Bye.

Hello, Buck.

- Something wrong?

- I don't think so, Bart.

But Mr. Cavanaugh here is a detective.

He'll tell you.

We've met before,

haven't we, Mr. Clinton?

- Possibly, but I don't remember it.

- Well, it doesn't matter.

You had a package delivered

to yourself tonight...

at Mr. Russell's, I believe,

from Tiffany's.

- Yes. - Do you mind saying

what was in that package?

Well, certainly not.

It was a little silver chain.

Do you mind letting me see it?

No.

Thanks.

Well, this little

silver chain...

happens to be worth

about $25,000.

But I don't understand.

That isn't what I ordered.

Well, then you don't mind

if I take it back to the store, do you?

Why, of course not.

I ordered a little silver chain.

- It's stupid to send out-

- Not so stupid at that.

I'm here, remember? You see, Mr. Clinton,

that's an old dodge-

the business of ordering an expensive piece

of jewelry sent to a wealthy home.

So it's always best for the police

to check up just in case.

I mean, uh,

just in case of a mistake...

uh, like this.

- Are you implying that-

- Now, wait a minute, Clinton.

You said it was a mistake.

Okay, it's a mistake.

Then I'll take the necklace

back to the store.

But if there's anything else you'd like

to make out of it, that'd be okay too.

Understand?

Buck, I'm sorry to put you

to all this inconvenience.

Forget it.

- Anything else?

- Not by me.

You'd better watch

your step, sweetheart...

or one of these days

you're liable to outsmart yourself...

right into that big stone

cottage up the river.

Good morning, Miss Sargent.

You're up rather early.

- Will you ring Mr. Clinton's room, please?

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