MRS. BRAMSON: I haven't finished with him yet. HUBERT: In that case I'm going for my stroll ... _He makes for the door to the hall._ OLIVIA: You work at the Tallboys, don't you? DAN: Yes, miss. (_Grinning_) Twenty-four hours a day, miss. HUBERT (_coming to_ DAN'S _left_): Then perhaps you can tell us something about the female who's been murdered?-- _An unaccountable pause_. DAN _looks slowly from_ OLIVIA _to_ HUBERT, _and back again_. Well, can you tell us? You know there was a Mrs. Chalfont staying at the Tallboys who went off one day? DAN: Yes. HUBERT: And nobody's seen her since? DAN: I know. MRS. BRAMSON: What's she like? DAN (_to_ MRS. BRAMSON): But I thought you said--or somebody said--something about--a murder? HUBERT: Oh, we don't_know_, of course, but there _might_ have been, mightn't there? DAN (_suddenly effusive_): Yes, there might have been, yes! HUBERT: Ever seen her? DAN: Oh, yes. I used to take cigarettes an' drinks for her. MRS. BRAMSON (_impatiently_): What's she _like_? DAN: What's she like?... (_To_ MRS. BRAMSON)--She's ... on the tall side. Thin ankles, with one o' them bracelets on one of 'em. (_Looking at_ OLIVIA) Fair hair-- _A sudden thought seems to arrest him. He goes on looking at_ OLIVIA. MRS. BRAMSON: Well? Go on! DAN (_after a pause, in a level voice_): Thin eyebrows, with white marks, where they was pulled out ... to be in the fashion, you know.... Her mouth ... a bit thin as well, with red stuff painted round it, to make it look more; you can rub it off ... I suppose. Her neck ... rather thick. Laughs a bit loud; and then it stops. (_After a pause_) She's ... very lively. (_With a quick smile that dispels the atmosphere he has unaccountably created_) You can't say I don't keep my eyes skinned, can you? HUBERT: I should say you do! A living portrait, if ever there was one, what? Now-- MRS. BRAMSON (_pointedly_): Weren't you going for a walk? HUBERT: So I was, by Jove! Well, I'll charge off. Bye-bye. _He goes out of the front door_. OLIVIA (_her manner faintly hostile_): You're very observant. DAN: Well, the ladies, you know ... MRS. BRAMSON: If he weren't so observant, that Dora mightn't be in the flummox she is now. DAN (_cheerfully_): That's true, ma'am. OLIVIA (_rising_): You don't sound very repentant. DAN (_as she crosses, stiffly_): Well, what's done's done's my motto, isn't it? _She goes into the sun-room. He makes a grimace after her and holds his left hand out, the thumb pointing downwards_. MRS. BRAMSON: And what does that mean? DAN: She's a nice bit of ice for next summer, isn't she? MRS. BRAMSON: You're a proper one to talk about next summer, when Dora there'll be up hill and down dale with a perambulator. Now look here, young man, immorality-- MRS. TERENCE _comes in from the kitchen_. MRS. TERENCE: The butcher wants paying. And 'e says there's men ferreting at the bottom of the garden looking for that Mrs. Chalfont and do you know about it.