(xx) Uncle Fletcher to Meet One O'Clock Train

Well, sir, it's a few minutes past ten thirty o'clock in the evening, as our scene opens now, and here in the living room of the small house, halfway up in the next block, we find Mr. and Mrs. Victor Gook.

Vic is established in his easy chair, reading with absorption, Volume Seven of his lodge library. Say he occupies a corner of the Davenport, industriously darning socks. Silence has prevailed for a considerable length of time.

But now it's broken. I'll leave all go to bed. One time, is it? I'll get an on for 11. Really? Thirty-five minutes past ten anyway. I've got a big day planned for tomorrow and need my rest.

What's in the docket for tomorrow? This house. Been neglecting it lately. Down in room is the big issue. I bet there's dust nine feet thick behind that buffet. You know, I wouldn't be surprised, but what most housekeepers...

What's the matter? Turns the back door open. Brush is out there. So do you hit the hay? Uh-uh. Said he was going to drink the last night. Uncle Fletcher just walked in. Oh, well. Fletcher.

Go here, then. Go here, then. Oh, nice. Time. Good evening. Let's get down for 11 o'clock. Candy time to drop in for a visit. Is exciting. A good evening, Uncle Fletcher. I'm tired. Well, you can go to bed.

I ain't push those workmapped out during the morning. Probably he's only stopping by a minute or two to say hello in his way home. I hope so. Well. I didn't know one of you people had retired.

So light's burning in both the kitchen and the living room though so I think that everybody was still on deck. We're on deck and feeling fine. You're off late. Yes, I'm off late. How about late Sadie? I'll tell you why. Mm-hmm. Gotta meet a train. Oh really? At what o'clock? What o'clock this morning? Gotta meet a train at what o'clock this morning. See