(_He produces his note book. He is about to make a powerful beginning when he finds her eyes regarding the middle of his person._) Now then, what are you staring at? CINDERELLA. (_hotly_). That’s a poor way to polish a belt. If I was a officer I would think shame of having my belt in that condition. POLICEMAN. (_undoubtedly affected by her homeliness though unconscious of it_). It’s easy to speak; it’s a miserable polish I admit, but mind you, I’m pretty done when my job’s over; and I have the polishing to do myself. CINDERELLA. You have no woman person? POLICEMAN. Not me. CINDERELLA (_with passionate arms_). If I had that belt for half an hour! POLICEMAN. What would you use? CINDERELLA. Spit. POLICEMAN. Spit? That’s like what my mother would have said. That was in Badgery, where I was born. When I was a boy at Badgery—(_He stops short. She has reminded him of Badgery!_) CINDERELLA. What’s wrong? POLICEMAN (_heavily_). How did you manage that about Badgery? CINDERELLA. What? POLICEMAN. Take care, prisoner. (_The word makes her shudder. He sits, prepared to take notes._) Name? CINDERELLA. Cinderella. POLICEMAN. Take care, Thing. Occupation, if any? CINDERELLA (_with some pride_). Tempary help. POLICEMAN. Last place? CINDERELLA. 3 Robert Street. POLICEMAN. Scotch? (_Her mouth shuts._) Ah, they’ll never admit that. Reason for leaving? CINDERELLA. I had to go when the war broke out. POLICEMAN. Why dismissed? CINDERELLA (_forlorn_). They said I was a luxury. POLICEMAN (_getting ready to pounce_). Now be cautious. How do you spend your evenings after you leave this building? (_Her mouth shuts._) Have you another and secret occupation? (_She blanches._) Has it to do with boxes? What do you keep in those boxes? Where is it that these goings-on is going on? If you won’t tell me, I’m willing to tell you. It’s at A. C. Celeste’s.... In Bond Street, W. (_He has levelled his finger at her, but it is a pistol that does not go off. To his chagrin she looks relieved. He tries hammer blows._) Are you living in guilty splendour? How do you come to know German words? How many German words do you think _I_ know? Just one, _espionage_. What’s the German for ‘six months hard’? (_She is now crumpled, and here he would do well to pause and stride up and down the room. But he cannot leave well alone._) What’s this nonsense about your feet? CINDERELLA (_plucking up courage_). It’s not nonsense. POLICEMAN. I see nothing particular about your feet. CINDERELLA. Then I’m sorry for you. POLICEMAN. What is it? CINDERELLA (_softly as if it were a line from the Bible_). Their exquisite smallness and perfect shape. POLICEMAN (_with a friendly glance at the Venus_). For my part I’m partial to big women with their noses in the air.