Good morning.... Good
morning....
MRS. TERENCE: This way....
_She follows_ BELSIZE _into the hall_.
BELSIZE: No, don't bother.... Good morning.
_He goes out._ MRS. TERENCE _shuts the door after him_.
MRS. BRAMSON (_to_ HUBERT): What are _you_ staring at?
HUBERT (_crossing to the fireplace_): Funny, I can't get out of my
mind what Olivia said about the man being somewhere who's done it.
MRS. TERENCE (_coming into the room_): Why, Mr. Laurie, it might
be you! After all, there's nothing in your face that _proves_ it
isn't!
HUBERT: Oh, come, come! You're being a bit hard on the old countenance,
aren't you?
MRS. TERENCE: Well, 'e's not going to walk about with bloodshot eyes
and a snarl all over his face, is he?
_She goes into the kitchen._
HUBERT: That's true enough.
MRS. BRAMSON: Missing woman indeed! She's more likely than not at this
very moment sitting in some saloon bar. Or the films, I shouldn't
wonder. (_To_ OLIVIA) pass me my wool, will you....
OLIVIA _crosses to the desk. A knock at the kitchen door_: DORA
_appears, cautiously.
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