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MRS. BRAMSON'S VOICE (_calling off_): Danny!
DAN _rises slowly, his back to the audience._
OLIVIA _turns and suddenly sees him. Horror grows in her face.
The blare of music. The lights dim out._
SCENE II
_The music plays in darkness for a few bars, then the curtain rises
again. The music fades away.
Late afternoon, two days later._ OLIVIA _is seated above the table
snipping long cuttings from newspapers and pasting them into a ledger.
A knock at the front door. She starts nervously. Another knock._
MRS. TERENCE _comes in from the kitchen carrying a smoothing-
iron._
MRS. TERENCE: If it's them police again, I'll bash their helmets in
with this. If it lands me three months, I will.
OLIVIA: They're from Scotland Yard, and they don't wear helmets.
MRS. TERENCE: Then they're going to get 'urt.... (_Going into the
hall_) I can tell by their looks what they think. And they better
not think it, neither.
OLIVIA: And what do they think?
MRS. TERENCE (_over her shoulder_): They think it's me. I know
they think it's me.
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