they walked slowly down the street at about ten in the evening, talking calmly. they were both about thirty-five, both eminently sober.
Next, The Bedroom scene
'but why so early'? said Smith 'Because," said Braling. "your first night out in years and you go home at ten o'clock," "Nerves, I suppose." "what I wonder is how you ever managaed it. I've been trying to get you out for ten years for a quiet drink. And now,on the one night you insist on turning in early."
They both stared up through the dark air.in the window above them, on the second floor, a shade was raised. A man about thirty-five years old , with a touch of grey at either temple, sad gray eyes, and thin mustache looked down at them.
Lastly, The Basement Scene
there was something about her. His heart throbbed violently. He tongue dried. He shivered. His knees suddenly turned to water. He collapsed. "Nettie, Nettie!' he cried. "What've you done with my money.
Braling strolled as casually as as he could to the cellar door. "you won't mind waiting a moment, will you? I have to make a phone call." "To whom?' Braling Two frowned. "no Important." "To Marionettes Incorporated?" To Tell them to come get me. "No nothing like that"he tried to rush out the door, a metal firm grip seized his wrist. "Don"t run"
"take, your hand off!" "NO" "Did my wife put you up to this?" "No' Braling Two said "I'm going to put you in the box, lock it, and lose the key. Then i'll buy another Rio ticket for your wife. "Now, now, wait a minute. Hold on. Don't be rash. Let's talk this over! "Goodbye, Braling."