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(Sound: Number being dialed on phone; busy First Man. Where are you now?
signal.)
George. In a phone booth.
Mrs. Stevenson. (a querulous, self-centered
First Man. Okay. You know the address. At
neurotic) Oh—dear! (Slams down receiver.
eleven o’clock the private patrolman goes
Dials Operator. )
around to the bar on Second Avenue for a
Operator. Your call, please? beer. Be sure that all the lights downstairs
are out. There should be only one light
Mrs. Stevenson. Operator? I’ve been
visible from the street. At eleven fifteen a
dialing Murray Hill 4-0098 now for the last
subway train crosses the bridge. It makes a
three - quarters of an hour, and the line is
noise in case her window is open and she
always busy. But I don’t see how it could be
should scream.
busy that long. Will you try it for me,
please? Mrs. Stevenson. (shocked) Oh—hello!
What number is this, please?
Operator. Murray Hill 4-0098? One
moment, please. George. Okay, I understand.
Mrs. Stevenson. I don’t see how it could be First Man. Make it quick. As little blood as
busy all the time. It’s my husband’s office. possible. Our client does not wish to make
He’s working late tonight, and I’m all alone her suffer long.
here in the house. My health is very
George. A knife okay, sir?
poor—and I’ve been feeling so nervous all
day— First Man. Yes, a knife will be okay. And
remember—remove the rings and bracelets,
Operator. Ringing Murray Hill 4-0098.
and the jewelry in the bureau drawer. Our
(Sound: Phone buzz. It rings three times. client wishes it to look like simple robbery.
Receiver is picked up at the other end.)
George. Okay, I get— (sound: a bland
Man. Hello. buzzing signal)
Mrs. Stevenson. Hello? (a little puzzled) Mrs. Stevenson. (clicking phone) Oh!
Hello. (louder) Hello. (Bland buzzing signal continues. She hangs
up.) How awful! How unspeakably—
Man. (into phone, as though he had not
(sound of dialing; phone buzz)
heard) Hello. (louder) Hello.
Operator. Your call, Please?
Second Man. (slow, heavy quality, faintly
foreign accent) Hello. Mrs. Stevenson. (unnerved and breathless,
into phone) Operator, I—I’ve just been cut
First Man. Hello. George?
off.
George. Yes, sir.
Operator. I’m sorry, madam. What number
Mrs. Stevenson. (louder and more were you calling?
imperious, to phone) Hello. Who’s this?
Mrs. Stevenson. Why—It was supposed to
What number am I calling, please?
be Murray Hill 4-0098, but it wasn’t. Some
First Man. We have heard from our client. wires must have crossed—I was cut into a
He says the coast is clear for tonight. wrong number—and—I’ve just heard the
George. Yes, sir. most dreadful thing—a—a murder—and—
(imperiously) Operator, you’ll simply have Operator. I am sorry. What number were
to retrace that call at once. you calling?
Operator. I beg your pardon, madam—I Mrs. Stevenson. Can’t you, for once, forget
don’t quite— what number I was calling, and do
something specific? Now I want to trace that
Mrs. Stevenson. Oh—I know it was a
call. It’s my civic duty—it’s your civic
wrong number, and I had no business
duty—to trace that call—and to apprehend
listening— but these two men—they were
those dangerous killers—and if you won’t—
cold-blooded fiends—some poor innocent
woman—who was all alone—in a house Operator. . I will connect you with the
near a bridge. And we’ve got to stop Chief Operator.
them—we’ve got to—
Mrs. Stevenson. Please!
Operator. (patiently) What number were
(sound of ringing)
you calling, madam?
Chief Operator. (coolly and professionally)
Mrs. Stevenson. That doesn’t matter. This
This is the Chief Operator.
was a wrong number. And you dialed it.
And we’ve got to find out what it Mrs. Stevenson. Chief Operator? I want you
was—immediately! to trace a call. A telephone call.
Operator. But—madam— Immediately. I don’t know where it came
from, or who was making it, but it’s
Mrs. Stevenson. Oh, why are you so stupid?
absolutely necessary that it be tracked down.
Look it was obviously a case of some little
Because it was about a murder. Yes, a
slip of the finger. I told you to try Murray
terrible cold-blooded murder of a poor
Hill 4-0098 for me—you dialed it—but your
innocent woman—tonight—at eleven
finger must have slipped—and I was
fifteen.
connected with some other number—and I
could hear them, but they couldn’t hear me. Chief Operator. I see.
Now, I simply fail to see why you couldn’t Mrs. Stevenson. (high-strung, demanding)
make that same mistake again—on Can you trace it for me? Can you track
purpose—why you couldn’t try to dial down those men?
Murray Hill 4-0098 in the same careless sort
of way— Chief Operator. It depends, madam.
Mrs. Stevenson. (scared) But I did. There’s George. Sorry, wrong number. (hangs up)
someone in this house. Someone downstairs
in the kitchen. And they’re listening to me
now. They’re—Hangs up phone. In a
suffocated voice.) I won’t pick it up. I won’t
let them hear me. I’ll be quiet—and they’ll
think—(with growing terror) But if I don’t
call someone now—while they’re still down
there—there’ll be no time. (She picks up
receiver. Bland buzzing signal. She dials
operator. Ring twice.)
Operator. (fat and lethargic) Your call,
please?
Mrs. Stevenson. (a desperate whisper)
Operator, I—I’m in desperate trouble—I—