DAN: I dunno; 'cause I like it.... (_Breaking the scene, pulling a chair round to the table_) Now what d'ye say if _I_ ask a question or two for a change? (_Sitting in the chair facing her_) Just for a change.... Why can't you take a bit of an interest in some other body but me? OLIVIA (_taken aback_): I'm not interested in you. Only you don't talk. That's bound to make people wonder. DAN: I can talk a lot sometimes. A drop o' drink makes a power o' difference to me. (_Chuckling_) You'd be surprised.... Ah.... _He returns to his work._ OLIVIA: I wonder if I would.... DAN: I know you would.... OLIVIA: I think I can diagnose you all right. DAN: Carry on. OLIVIA: You haven't any feelings ... at all.... _He looks slowly up at her. She has struck home._ But you live in a world of your own.... A world of your own imagination. DAN: I don't understand so very well, not bein' so very liter-er-airy. OLIVIA: You follow me perfectly well. _He shrugs his shoulders, laughs, and goes on whittling._ DAN: D'you still think there's been a bit o' dirty work? OLIVIA: I don't know what to think now. I suppose not. DAN (_intent on his work, his back to the audience_): Disappointed? OLIVIA: What on earth do you mean? DAN: Disappointed? OLIVIA (_laughing, in spite of herself_): Yes, I suppose I am. DAN: Why? OLIVIA (_the tension at last relaxed_): Oh, I don't know.... Because nothing much has ever happened to me, and it's a dull day, and it's the depths of the country.... I don't know.... _A piercing scream from the bottom of the garden. A pause._ MRS. BRAMSON (_shrieking from the other side of the house_): Danny!... Danny! _The clatter of footsteps in the garden_. DORA _runs in from the hall, breathless and terrified._ DORA: They're diggin' ... in the rubbish-pit ... OLIVIA: Well? DORA: There's something sticking out.... OLIVIA: What? DORA: A hand ... Somebody's hand!... Oh, Miss Grayne ... somebody's hand.... _She runs whimpering into the kitchen, as_ OLIVIA _rises and runs to the left window and looks out._ MRS. BRAMSON'S VOICE (_calling off_): Danny! DAN _rises slowly, his back to the audience._ OLIVIA _turns and suddenly sees him. Horror grows in her face. The blare of music. The lights dim out._ SCENE II _The music plays in darkness for a few bars, then the curtain rises again. The music fades away. Late afternoon, two days later._ OLIVIA _is seated above the table snipping long cuttings from newspapers and pasting them into a ledger. A knock at the front door. She starts nervously. Another knock._ MRS. TERENCE _comes in from the kitchen carrying a smoothing-iron._ MRS. TERENCE: If it's them police again, I'll bash their helmets in with this. If it lands me three months, I will. OLIVIA: They're from Scotland Yard, and they don't wear helmets. MRS. TERENCE: Then they're going to get 'urt.... (_Going into the hall_) I can tell by their looks what they think. And they better not think it, neither.