[She flings herself on the mattress, and sobs silently, so as not to awaken, the child. JOE returns, hanging his head, dragging one foot before the other.
MARY. [Still sobbing, but trying to control herself.] Why did you do that?
JOE. [Humbly.] I don't know—
MARY. You gave it to the policeman?
JOE. Yes.
MARY. What did you tell him?
JOE. That you had found it.
MARY. Where?
JOE. In a Tube Station. Picked it up because we were starving. That we hadn't opened it. And that we lived here, in this cellar.
MARY. [With a little shake.] I expect he'll keep it himself!