"Just ring the phone and let him know that you know he is there, that
you saw him."
After I thought about it I thought that is not a good idea because he
could leave and say he was just there on business and I wanted to catch
him there.
So the kids and I planned that we would say she had a telegram, so we
went up the stairs, I believe it was the second or the third floor,
and the young man knocked on the door and said, "Telegram for Mrs.
Clary"--was her name.
She said, "Please push it under the door" and I told him no; he said,
"No, you have to sign for it."
So with that she opened the door to sign for it and with that I, my
son, and with the other young man walked into the room and Mrs. Clary
had on a negligee, and my husband had his sleeves rolled up and his tie
off sitting on a sofa, and he said, "Marguerite, Marguerite, you have
everything wrong, you have everything wrong."