_He sees the suitcases on the table before him, and is motionless and silent. A pause. The others dare not move. He finally breaks the situation, takes up "East Lynne" from the table, and walks slowly back to the front door. He stops, looks round at_ HUBERT, _smiles, and comes down to him. His manner is normal--too normal._ Could I have it back, please? It's the only one I got.... HUBERT: Oh ... yes, of course.... (_Handing him the pocket-book._) DAN (_taking it_): Thank you very much. HUBERT: Not at all ... I ... (_To_ OLIVIA) Here, you deal with this. It's beyond me. DAN (_to him_): Did you see the picture of me when I was a little fellow? HUBERT: Yes.... Very jolly. DAN (_turning to_ MRS. TERENCE): Did _you?_ It was in the inside of my wallet. MRS. TERENCE: Oh ... was it? DAN: Yes. Where I should be keeping my money, only any bit of money I have I always keep _on_ me. (_Turning to_ HUBERT) Safer, don't you think? HUBERT (_smiling weakly_): Ye-es.... DAN: I only keep one ten-bob note in this wallet, for emergencies.... (_Looking_) That's funny. It's gone. _He looks at_ HUBERT. _The others look blankly at one another._ ... I expect I dropped it somewhere.... What did you think of the letter? HUBERT: Letter? DAN: You got in your hand. HUBERT: Well, I didn't--er-- DAN: Means well, does Lil; but we had a row. (_Taking back the letter_) She would spy on me. And if there's anythin' I hate, it's spyin'. Don't you agree? HUBERT: Ye-es. DAN: I'd sooner have anythin' than a spy. (_To_ MRS. TERENCE) Bar a murderer, o' course. _A pause. He is arranging his property in his wallet._ HUBERT (_incredulous_): What--what did you say? DAN (_turning to him casually_): Bar a murderer, o' course! OLIVIA _steps forward_. MRS. TERENCE _steps back from the chair on which the hat-box has been placed_. OLIVIA (_incisively_): Talking of murder, do you know anything about Mrs. Chalfont's whereabouts at the moment? DAN _turns to her, and for the first time sees the hat-box. He stands motionless. A pause._ DAN: Mrs. Who? OLIVIA: You can't pretend you've never heard of her. DAN (_turning to_ HUBERT, _recovering himself_): Oh, Mrs. _Chalfont's_ whereabouts! I thought she said her name was Mrs. Chalfontswear. (_Profusely_) Silly.... Swear--about--couldn't think---- OLIVIA: Well? DAN (_still looking at_ HUBERT, _brightly, after a pause_): I've nothin' to go on, but I think she's been ... murdered. HUBERT: Oh, you do? DAN: Yes, I do. MRS. TERENCE: Who by? DAN: They say she had several chaps on a string, and----(_Suddenly_) There was one fellow, a London chap, a bachelor, very citified--with a fair moust----(_He stares at_ HUBERT.) HUBERT (_touching his moustache, unconsciously_): What are you looking at me for? DAN: Well ... you wasn't round these parts the day she bunked, was you? HUBERT: Yes, I was, as a matter of fact. DAN (_significantly_): Oh.... MRS. BRAMSON'S VOICE (_calling in the garden_): Danny!