The Missing Juror1944

Harry Wharton:
Was I presumptuous to have let myself in?

Sergeant Regan:
Do you know this man?

Alice Hill:
Yes, this is Mr. Bentley. He's a customer of mine.

Sergeant Regan:
I'm sorry, Miss Hill. I saw him enter the apartment, but I thought...

Alice Hill:
That's all right, Officer. I've known Mr. Bentley for some time.

Harry Wharton:
I found Miss Hill's key in my own pocket of all places, and dropped in to return it. I must have picked it up off your desk this morning by mistake.

Alice Hill:
Thank you so much. I'm glad to have it back. I'm always losing it.

Harry Wharton:
I also brought these, in case my unexpected visit should have displeased you. [He hands her a small bouquet]

Alice Hill:
Oh, not at all. Thank you. You know Miss Tuttle, and this is Mr. Keats and Officer Regan. You remember Mr. Bentley. He was foreman of our jury.

Joe Keats:
Mr. Bentley, I've been wanting to get in touch with you.

Harry Wharton:
That's quite a coincidence, because I've been thinking of getting in touch with you, Mr. Keats.

Tex Tuttle:
It's fate, that's what it is. Alice, you brought Joe and Mr. Bentley together. Now I'll go bring some coffee and water together and see what comes of that.