.. They've left me ... (_Losing control, beating her hands wildly on
her Bible_) Oh, Lord, help a poor old woman ... They've left me!
(_Tottering to the sun-room_) Danny ... where are you?... Danny
... I'm going to be murdered ... I'm going to be murdered!... Danny ...
(_Her voice rising, until she is shrieking hysterically_) Danny!
Danny! Danny!
_She stops suddenly. Footsteps on the gravel outside the front door.
(In a strangled whisper_) There's something outside ... something
outside ... Oh, heavens ...
(_Staggering across to the sofa_) Danny, where are you? Where are
you? There's something outs--
_The front door bangs. She collapses on the sofa, terrified, her
enormous Bible clasped to her breast._
Oh, Lord, help me ... help me ... Oh, Lord, help me ... (_Muttering,
her eyes closed_) ... Forgive us our trespasses ...
_The curtains are suddenly parted. It is_ DAN, _a cigarette
between his lips. He stands motionless, his feet planted apart, holding
the curtains. There is murder in his face. She is afraid to look, but
is forced to at last.
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