DAN (_after a second's pause, with a laugh_): Of course I will, madam! Anythin' you say! Anythin' you say! _He careers into the kitchen, still carrying the Bible._ MRS. BRAMSON _has fished up two keys on the end of a long black tape._ OLIVIA _wheels her over to the cupboard above the fireplace._ OLIVIA: If you give me the key, I'll get it for you. MRS. BRAMSON: No fear! _She unlocks the cupboard; it turns out to be a small but very substantial safe. (Unlocking the safe, muttering to herself_) Won't go into Shepperley, indeed ... never heard of such impertinence.... _She takes out a cash-box from among some deeds, unlocks it with the smaller key, and takes out a mass of five-pound and pound notes._ The way these servants--what are you staring at? OLIVIA: Isn't it rather a lot of money to have in the house? MRS. BRAMSON: "Put not your trust in banks" is my motto, and always will be. OLIVIA: But that's hundreds of pounds! It---- MRS. BRAMSON (_handing her two notes_): D'you wonder I wouldn't let you have the key? OLIVIA: Has ... anybody else asked you for it? MRS. BRAMSON (_locking the cash-box and putting it back in the safe_): I wouldn't let a soul touch it. Not a soul. Not even Danny. _She snaps the safe, locks it, and slips the keys back into her bosom._ OLIVIA: Has _he_ asked you for it? MRS. BRAMSON: It's enough to have those policemen prying, you forward girl, without---- OLIVIA (_urgently_): Please! Has he? MRS. BRAMSON: Well, he did offer to fetch some money yesterday for the dairy. But I wouldn't give him the key! Oh, no! OLIVIA: Why? MRS. BRAMSON: Do I want to see him waylaid and attacked, and my key stolen? Oh, no, I told him, that key stays on me-- OLIVIA: Did he--know how much money there is in there? MRS. BRAMSON: I told him! Do you wonder I stick to the key, I said-- what _is_ the matter with you, all these questions? OLIVIA: Oh, it's no use-- _She goes to the armchair below the fireplace and sits in it._ DAN _returns from the kitchen, with a copy of the "News of the World," the Bible tucked under his arm, a cigarette stub between his lips._ DAN: He says they're sellin' like hot cakes! (_Handing the paper to_ MRS. BRAMSON) There you are, I've found the place for you--whole page, headlines an' all.... MRS. BRAMSON: Oh, yes.... DAN _stands with one knee on the sofa, and turns over the pages of his Bible. (Reading breathlessly, her back to the fireplace_) "... The Victim's Past" ... with another picture of me underneath! (_Looking closer, dashed_) Oh, taken at Tonbridge the year before the war; really it isn't right.... (_To_ OLIVIA, _savouring it_) "The Bungalow of Death!... Gruesome finds.... Fiendish murderer still at large.... The enigma of the missing head ... where is it buried?" ... Oh, yes! (_She goes on reading silently to herself._)