Suspect: God, I'm so excited! It's as though I were about to take an exam, more than one exam, for a Ph.D. from Oxford! If I can convince them that I'm a real judge-auditor . . . if they don't go wrong, hell, I've got it made! Let's see now; first of all, got to find the right kind of walk. (tries out a slightly limping gait) no, this is more like a court chancellor's. An arthritic, but dignified step! Here, this is more like it, with the neck a little twisted . . . like a very old circus-horse . . . (tries it out and rejects it) No, there's an even better one: the "slide," with a little twitch at the end. (tries it) Not bad at all! And the "pudding-knee?" (tries it) Or maybe the stiff-legged hopping one. (tries it out: small, fast steps alternating heel-and-toe)
Gosh, what about glasses? No, no glasses . . . the right eye a bit closed . . . there, that's it, a wall-eyed expression, not much talk . . . A slight cough: hokk. No, no cough---maybe some tics? Well, we can think up a few on the spot, if necessary, a sugary manner, nasal voice?! Good-natured, but with sudden, sharp outbursts: "No!, My dear chief, you have to stop it. You're not head warden of a fascist penitentiary any longer: you'd do well to remind yourself of that once in a while!" No, no, a completely opposite type would be better: cold, detached, commanding tone, monotonous voice; sad, somewhat nearsighted look . . . using glasses, but with only one lens, like this . . .
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