.. murdered.
HUBERT: Oh, you do?
DAN: Yes, I do.
MRS. TERENCE: Who by?
DAN: They say she had several chaps on a string, and----(_Suddenly_)
There was one fellow, a London chap, a bachelor, very citified--with a
fair moust----(_He stares at_ HUBERT.)
HUBERT (_touching his moustache, unconsciously_): What are you
looking at me for?
DAN: Well ... you wasn't round these parts the day she bunked, was you?
HUBERT: Yes, I was, as a matter of fact.
DAN (_significantly_): Oh....
MRS. BRAMSON'S VOICE (_calling in the garden_): Danny!
HUBERT (_flustered_): What in God's name are you getting at?
DAN _smiles and shrugs his shoulders regretfully at him, and goes out
through the front door._ OLIVIA _sits at the table._
MRS. TERENCE (_to_ HUBERT, _perplexed_): Are you sure you
didn't do it, sir?
HUBERT: I'm going out for a breath of air.
_He takes his hat and stick as he goes through the hall, and goes out
through the front door._
MRS. TERENCE (_to_ OLIVIA): You don't still think--
OLIVIA: I won't say any more. I know how silly it sounds.
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