Enter Leonore Wilbery. A clear stage for the lady please. She deserves it. Intelligent? As intelligent as is good for a woman who looked like Leonore. Trying hard to use that intelligence, finding it not so good against the "stings and arrows of outrageous fortune," throwing it overboard, sacrificing it at the bidding of a couple of marihuana cigarettes and the subconscious groping of a woman for something stronger to lean on. Which was Mr. Callaghan, whose speciality was bluff, and on whose ability to use that standard commodity she was now relying.
Up stage please, Leonore... make room for the big double turn— Miss Sabine Haragos, Mr. Milta Haragos. Hetman of Cossacks Haragos. Big, burly, handsome Milta Haragos. Intelligent? Yes. Clever? Yes... damned clever... yes. Oh yes... damnably c
