She's been a fool, but she's no
criminal. And, talking of criminals, there's a p'liceman at the kitchen
door.
MRS. BRAMSON: A what?
MRS. TERENCE: A p'liceman. A bobby.
MRS. BRAMSON: What does he want?
MRS. TERENCE: Better ask 'im. I know _my_ conscience is clear; I
don't know about other people's.
MRS. BRAMSON: But I've never had a policeman coming to see me before!
DORA _runs in from the kitchen_.
DORA (_terrified_): There's a man there! From the p'lice! 'E said
something about the Tallboys! 'E--'e 'asn't come about me, 'as 'e?
MRS. TERENCE: Of course he 'asn't--
MRS. BRAMSON: He may have.
MRS. TERENCE: Don't frighten the girl; she's simple enough now.
MRS. BRAMSON (_sharply_); It's against the law, what she's done,
isn't it? (_To_ DORA) Go back in there till he sends for you.
DORA _creeps back into the kitchen_.
OLIVIA (_at the left window_): He isn't a policeman, as a matter
of fact. He must be a plain-clothes man.
MRS. TERENCE (_sardonically_): Scotland Yard, I should think.
_BELSIZE is seen outside, crossing the left window to the front
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