Mark heard the shouting from his home office on the ground floor.
He rushed out into the foyer just in time to see the struggle above.
Mark: Clara! Hold on!
Mark sprinted up the polished stairs four steps at a time.
His shoes squeaked loudly against the glossy marble surface.
Clara slipped off the top edge as her hands flailed in the air.
Mark reached the top landing in the absolute nick of time.
He reached forward with both arms and caught Clara by her wrists.
He pulled her back onto the solid floor with a sharp gasp.
Clara fell onto her knees, breathing heavily and trembling with fear.
Clara: You saved me, Mr. Miller!
Clara: I thought I was going to fall all the way down!
Mark wrapped his dark suit jacket around Clara's shaking shoulders.
Mark: Take a deep breath, Clara, you are safe now.
He stood up slowly and turned to face his wife.
His face was pale with absolute fury and deep disappointment.
Mark: What in the world are you doing, Victoria?
Victoria: She was trying to steal my grandmother's diamond watch!
Victoria: I was only trying to protect our family property!
Mark: You almost pushed her down a flight of marble stairs!
Victoria: She tripped on her own feet because she was nervous!
Mark: I saw you grab her with my own two eyes!
Victoria stepped back toward her bedroom door with a bitter look.
Victoria: You are taking the side of a maid over your wife?
Mark: I am taking the side of human decency and truth!
Mark pointed his finger toward the lower floor with firm authority.
Mark: Go down to the study right now and stay there.
Victoria stomped her heavy heels as she walked down the steps.
Clara slowly stood up with Mark's gentle help.
Mark: Come with me, Clara, we need to end this right now.