typewriting table with machine and chair. Opposite the windows on
the right, a bulky leather couch, facing front. In front of the
windows on the left, a long table with stacks of paper piled here
and there on it, reference books, etc. On the left of table, a
swivel chair. Gray oak bookcases are built into the cream rough
plaster walls which are otherwise almost hidden from view by a
collection of all sorts of hunter's trophies, animal heads of all
kinds. The floor is covered with animal skins--tiger, polar bear,
leopard, lion, etc. Skins are also thrown over the backs of the
chairs. The sections of the bookcase not occupied by scientific
volumes have been turned into a specimen case for all sorts of
zoological, geological, anthropological oddities.

It is mid-morning, sunny and bright, of the following day.

CURTIS and BIGELOW are discovered. CURTIS is half-sitting on the
corner of the table, left, smoking a pipe. BIGELOW is lying
sprawled on the couch. Through the open windows on the right come
the shouts of children playing. MARTHA's voice joins in with
theirs.

BIGELOW--Listen to that rumpus, will you! The kids are having the
time of their lives. [He goes to the window and looks out--
delightedly.] Your wife is playing hide and seek with them. Come
and look.

CURTIS--[With a trace of annoyance.] Oh, I can see well enough
from here.

BIGELOW--[With a laugh.] She seems to get as much fun out of it as