MRS. BRAMSON: Picked her up, I suppose?
DAN: Oh, no, I didn't pick her up! I asked her for a match, and then I
took her for a bit of a walk, to take her mind off her work--
HUBERT: You seem to have succeeded.
DAN (_smiling at him, then catching_ MRS. BRAMSON's _eye_):
I've thought about it a good bit since, I can tell you. Though it's a
bit awkward talking about it in front of strangers; though you all look
very nice people; but it is a _bit_ awkward--
HUBERT: I should jolly well think it is awkward for a chap! Though of
course, never having been in the same jam myself--
MRS. BRAMSON: I haven't finished with him yet.
HUBERT: In that case I'm going for my stroll ...
_He makes for the door to the hall._
OLIVIA: You work at the Tallboys, don't you?
DAN: Yes, miss. (_Grinning_) Twenty-four hours a day, miss.
HUBERT (_coming to_ DAN'S _left_): Then perhaps you can tell
us something about the female who's been murdered?--
_An unaccountable pause_. DAN _looks slowly from_ OLIVIA
_to_ HUBERT, _and back again_.
Well, can you tell us? You know there was a Mrs.
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