_ DORA _enters._ DAN
_turns back the page and surveys what he has been reading, scratching
his head._
MRS. BRAMSON (_the old edge to her voice_): What is it?
DORA: Them men's in the wood again.
MRS. BRAMSON: What men?
DORA: The men lookin' for that Mrs. Chalfont.
_A pause._ DAN _hums "Dames" under his breath._
MRS. BRAMSON: You don't mean to tell me they're still at it? But
they've been pottering about since ... when was that day Mr. Dan left
the Tallboys?
DORA (_stressing a little bitterly_): _Mister_ Dan?
DAN (_smiling_): Ahem!...
DORA: _Mister_ Dan first came to work for you, mum, a week last
Monday....
MRS. BRAMSON: Well, I think it's a disgrace----
DORA: _I_'ve found something!
DAN'S _humming stops abruptly; he swivels round and looks at_
DORA, _his face unseen by the audience._ OLIVIA _and_ MRS.
BRAMSON _stare at_ DORA; _a pause._
MRS. BRAMSON: _You've_ found something?
OLIVIA: What?
DORA (_excited_): This!
_She holds out her left arm and lets jail from her fist the length of
a soiled belt. A pause.
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