BELSIZE: We've had the woods pretty well thrashed. (_To OLIVIA_) Those would be the men you saw. Now she was ... HUBERT (_taking the floor_): She may have had a brain-storm, you know, and taken a train somewhere. That's not uncommon, you know, among people of her sort. (_Airing knowledge_) And if what we gather from our friend here's true--and she's both a dipsomaniac _and_ a nymphomaniac-- MRS. BRAMSON: Hark at the walking dictionary! BELSIZE: We found her bag in her room; and maniacs can't get far without cash ... however dipso or nympho they may be.... HUBERT: Oh. BELSIZE: She was a very flashy type of wo--she _is_ a flashy type, I should say. At least I hope I should say ... MRS. BRAMSON: What d'you mean? Why d'you hope? BELSIZE: Well ... OLIVIA: You don't mean she may be ... she mayn't be alive? BELSIZE: It's possible. MRS. BRAMSON: You'll be saying she's been murdered next! BELSIZE: That's been known. MRS. BRAMSON: Lot of stuff and nonsense. From a policeman too. Anybody'd think you'd been brought up on penny dreadfuls. OLIVIA _turns and goes to the window._ BELSIZE (_to_ MRS. BRAMSON): Did you see about the fellow being hanged for the Ipswich murder? In last night's papers? MRS. BRAMSON: I've lived long enough not to believe the papers. BELSIZE: They occasionally print facts. And murder's occasionally a fact. HUBERT: Everybody likes a good murder, as the saying goes! Remember those trials in the _Evening Standard_ last year? Jolly interesting. I followed-- BELSIZE (_rising_): I'd be very grateful if you'd all keep your eyes and ears open, just in case ... (_Shaking hands_) Good morning ... good morning ... good morning, Mrs. Bramson. I must apologise again for intruding-- _He turns to_ OLIVIA, _who is still looking out of the window._ Good morning, Miss ... er ... _A pause._ OLIVIA (_starting_): I'm so sorry. BELSIZE: Had you remembered something? OLIVIA: Oh, no.... MRS. BRAMSON: What were you thinking, then? OLIVIA: Only how ... strange it is. BELSIZE: What? OLIVIA: Well, here we all are, perfectly ordinary English people. We woke up ... no, it's silly. MRS. BRAMSON: Of course it's silly. BELSIZE (_giving_ MRS. BRAMSON _an impatient look_): No, go on. OLIVIA: Well, we woke up this morning, thinking, "Here's another day." We got up, looked at the weather, and talked; and here we all are, still talking.... And all that time---- MRS. BRAMSON: My dear girl, who are you to expect a policeman---- BELSIZE (_quelling her sternly_): If you please! I want to hear what she's got to say. (_To_ OLIVIA) Well?