LEONARD. I suppose so. Certainly.
MARY. Will you speak up for me?
TIMBRELL. What’s this? What’s this? [MARY makes for the door, SHEILA standing aside hastily.] Stop a bit. Stop a bit. [There is a pause and TIMBRELL looks at LEONARD and then at his wife.] What’s that in your hand? [MRS. TIMBRELL hesitates, but as her husband waits she turns the photograph towards him.] Leonard’s photograph? The one you lost? Well, where was it?
LEONARD. I think you might allow Mary to go.
TIMBRELL. Where was it? [He speaks to his wife but she is silent. He looks at MARY.]
MARY. It was in my room.
EDGAR. [To ADA.] You and Sheila had better go.
TIMBRELL. [Half turning to EDGAR.] Silence. Why was it in your room? [SHEILA and ADA have moved toward the door. They remain, possessed with a natural and intense curiosity.]
MARY. I had the right to it if anyone had.