(_Taking back the
letter_) She would spy on me. And if there's anythin' I hate, it's
spyin'. Don't you agree?
HUBERT: Ye-es.
DAN: I'd sooner have anythin' than a spy. (_To_ MRS. TERENCE) Bar
a murderer, o' course.
_A pause. He is arranging his property in his wallet._
HUBERT (_incredulous_): What--what did you say?
DAN (_turning to him casually_): Bar a murderer, o' course!
OLIVIA _steps forward_. MRS. TERENCE _steps back from the chair
on which the hat-box has been placed_.
OLIVIA (_incisively_): Talking of murder, do you know anything
about Mrs. Chalfont's whereabouts at the moment?
DAN _turns to her, and for the first time sees the hat-box. He
stands motionless. A pause._
DAN: Mrs. Who? OLIVIA: You can't pretend you've never heard of her.
DAN (_turning to_ HUBERT, _recovering himself_): Oh, Mrs.
_Chalfont's_ whereabouts! I thought she said her name was Mrs.
Chalfontswear. (_Profusely_) Silly.... Swear--about--couldn't
think----
OLIVIA: Well?
DAN (_still looking at_ HUBERT, _brightly, after a pause_):
I've nothin' to go on, but I think she's been .
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