better if I eat now.
(Exit into pantry.)

HATCH:
Confound him. If I knew the roads around here as well as he does,
I'd drive off and leave him. That appetite of his will send us to
jail some day.

HARRY:
Well, to tell the truth, governor, a little supper wouldn't hurt my
feelings.
(Goes to buffet.)
I wonder where old man Gardner keeps his Havanas? I'd like a
Christmas present of a box of cigars. Are there any over here?

HATCH:
I didn't look. I gave up robbing tills when I was quite a boy.
(Carries bag toward window and looks out.)

HARRY:
(Takes box of cigars from buffet)
Ah, here they are.
(With disgust.)
Domestics! What do you think of that? Made in Vermont. The
"Admiral Dewey" cigar. Gee! What was the use of Dewey's taking
Manila, if I've got to smoke Vermont cigars?

(REDDY enters, carrying tray with food and a bottle.)

REDDY: