- Lee Traherne: [he and Joe walk into his house, where his wife Nancy is playing the piano] Honey? Got a fellow here that says he's a private cop.
- [Nancy stops playing the piano and walks up to them]
- Lee Traherne: Mr. Mannix, my wife.
- Joe Mannix: How do you do?
- Nancy Traherne: How do you do, Mr. Mannix? Won't you come in?
- Lee Traherne: He wants to ask you about Ira.
- Nancy Traherne: Ira? Whatever for?
- Lee Traherne: If you've got one of your headaches, you don't have to talk to him if you don't want to.
- Nancy Traherne: It's all right; I don't mind. Please sit down, Mr. Mannix.
- Joe Mannix: Thank you.
- Nancy Traherne: Now, what is it that you're investigating around here?
- Joe Mannix: Oh, nothing, really. I just came to see Ira Beecher. I understand he's working for you.
- Nancy Traherne: Yes. The poor man, he was so bitter and filled with hatred when he came out of prison, and I-I just wanted him to know that all of his friends hadn't turned their backs on him.
- Joe Mannix: That's very understanding of you.
- Nancy Traherne: Yes. I understand men. I always did. I think they appreciate being understood, don't you?
- Joe Mannix: Oh, by all means. Where can I find Mr. Beecher?
- Nancy Traherne: Well, he didn't really come to work this morning, and having just moved into a new place, I doubt whether he has a telephone yet.
- Joe Mannix: Do you have his address?
- Nancy Traherne: Well, it's someplace in town. I didn't ask. Actually, I... I wouldn't have any reason to go and visit him, now would I?
- Joe Mannix: No, I guess not.
- Lee Traherne: I think you better be going, Mr. Mannix. You can tell my wife isn't feeling too well.
- Joe Mannix: I'm sorry. Well, uh, thanks for seeing me, Mrs. Traherne.
- Nancy Traherne: I'm-Im only sorry that I couldn't be some real help.
- Joe Mannix: It's quite all right.