on't keep in bed.
Please, mother--at once. It's all right, it's all right.

VOICE:
Yes, dear. Good night.

ALICE:
Good night, mother.
(Returns quickly to telephone)
Hello! Hello! Stop the engine at the foot of our lawn. Yes, yes,
at the foot of our lawn. And when you have the house surrounded,
when the men are all around the house, blow three whistles so I'll
know you're here. What? Oh, that's all right. The burglars will
be here. I'LL see to that. All YOU have to do is to GET here. If
you don't you, you'll lose your job! I say, if you don't, you'll
lose your job, or I'm not the daughter of the president of this
road. NOW, YOU JUMP! And--wait--hello
(turns from telephone)
He's jumped.

(The file is now drawn harshly across the bolt of the window of the
dining room, and a piece of wood snaps. With an exclamation, Alice
blows out the candle and exits. The shutters of the windows are
opened, admitting the faint glow of moonlight. The window is
raised and the ray of a dark lantern is swept about the room.
HATCH appears at window and puts one leg inside. He is an elderly
man wearing a mask which hides the upper half of his face, a heavy
overcoat, and a derby hat. But for the mask he might be mistaken
for a respectable man of business. A pane of glass falls from the
window and breaks on the sill.)

HATCH:
(Speaking over his shoulder)
Hush! Be careful, can't you?
(He enters. He is followed by "GRAND STAND" HARRY, a younger man
of sporting appearance. He also wears a mask, and the brim of his
gray alpine hat is pulled over his eyes. Around his throat he
wears a heavy silk muffler).
It's all right. Come on. Hurry up, and close those shutters.

HARRY:
(to REDDY outside)
Give me the bag, Reddy.

(REDDY appears at window. He is dressed like a Bowery tough. His
face is blackened with burnt cork. His hair is of a brilliant red.
He wears an engineer's silk cap with visor. To HARRY he passes a
half-filled canvas bag. On his shoulder he carries another. On
entering he slips and falls forward on the floor).

HATCH:
Confound you!

HARRY:
Hush, you fool.

HATCH:
Has he broken anything?

REDDY:
(on floor, rubbing his head)
I've broke my head.

HATCH:
That's no loss. Has he smashed that silver?

HARRY:
(feeling in ba