About the clues that
wasn't any good.
MRS. BRAMSON (_suddenly_): Danny, _d'you_ think Olivia's a
thief?
DAN: Shouldn't be surprised.
MRS. BRAMSON: What!
DAN: Her eyes wasn't very wide apart.
MRS. BRAMSON (_working herself up_): Goodness me ... my
jewel-box ... what a fool I was to let her go--my earrings ... the
double-faced--
_She wheels herself furiously into her bedroom._ DORA, _her hat
and coat on, comes in from the kitchen in time to see her go._
DORA: What's up with her?
DAN (_still at his paper_): Thinks she's been robbed.
DORA: Oh, is that all.... That's the fourth time this month she's
thought that. One of these days something _will_ 'appen to her,
and will I be pleased? Oh, baby!... Where's Mrs. Terence?
DAN: Gone, I think.
DORA (_frightened_): Oh, law, no! (_Calling_) Mrs. Terence!
MRS. TERENCE (_calling, in the kitchen_): Ye-es!
DORA: You 'aven't gone without me, 'ave you?
MRS. TERENCE (_appearing at the kitchen door, spearing a hatpin into
her hat_): Yes, I'm 'alf-way there. What d'you think?
DORA: You did give me a turn! (_Going to the table and taking the
box_) I think I'll 'ave a choc.
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