No, dearest, but YOU'LL be very ill if you don'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.)