... You're a bit of a milk-sop, aren't you?
DAN (_apparently puzzled_): Am I, sir?
BELSIZE: Yes.... That'll be all for to-day. I'll let you off this once.
DAN: I'm that relieved, sir!
BELSIZE (_crossing to the table for his hat_): But don't try and
keep things from the police another time.
DAN: No chance!
BELSIZE: They always find you out, you know.
DAN: Yes, sir. Would you like a cup o' tea, sir?
BELSIZE: No, thanks. I've got another inquiry in the village....
(_Turning back, with an afterthought_) Oh, just one thing--might
as well just do it, we're supposed to with all the chaps we're
questioning, matter of form--if you don't mind. I'll have a quick look
through your luggage. Matter of form....
DAN: Oh, yes.
BELSIZE: Where d' you hang out?
DAN (_tonelessly_): Through the kitchen ... here, sir.... First
door facin' ...
BELSIZE: First door facing----
DAN: You can't miss it.
BELSIZE: I'll find it.
DAN: It's open, I think.
BELSIZE _goes into the kitchen. A pause,_ DAN _looks slowly
round the room.
(Turning mechanically to the kitchen door_) You can't miss it.
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