MUSKERRY
I suppose you heard I was late a few mornings. No matter
for that. I'm as well as ever I was. No more talk about it; I'm
going on with the work. _(He rises and goes over to desk)_
MRS. CRILLY
I'm sorry to say that no one else thinks as well of you
as you do yourself.
MUSKERRY
Well, I'll hear no more about it, and that's enough about it.
Why isn't Albert Crilly here?
MRS. CRILLY
Well, he was here, and he is coming back.
MUSKERRY
I'll want him. _(He takes up a card left on the desk. He
turns round and reads)_--"You have let the Guardians pay for a
hundred tons. James Covey delivered only fifty tons of coal." Who
left this here?
MRS. CRILLY
I suppose Albert left it for you.
MUSKERRY The impudent rascal. How dare he address himself like that
to me? _(He throws card on table)_
MRS. CRILLY
Perhaps he found something out in the books.
MUSKERRY
No matter whether he did or not, he'll have to have respect
when he addresses me. Anyway it's a lie--a damn infernal lie. I was
in the stores the other day, and there was eighty tons of coal still
there. Certainly twenty tons had been taken out of it. The Provision
Check Account will show. _(He takes up a book and turns round. He
goes back some pages. He lets the book fall. He stands there helpless)_
I suppose you all are right in your judgment of me. I'm at my
failing time.
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