DETECTIVE. You have got a special name for this quarter, haven't you?
ANDERSON. We call it the Bog. And all of us hate each other, and suspect each other, and blackguard each other, and torment each other [Pause.
DETECTIVE. The fire started at half past ten in the evening, I hear—was the front door locked at that time?
ANDERSON. Well, that's more than I know, for I live in the house next to this.
DETECTIVE. Where did the fire start?
ANDERSON. Up in the attic, where the student was living.
DETECTIVE. Was he at home?
ANDERSON. No, he was at the theatre.
DETECTIVE. Had he gone away and left the lamp burning, then?
ANDERSON. Well, that's more than I know. [Pause.