GUSTAFSON. Under, you say? Then I have gone and done it!—Oh, I'll come to a bad end, I'm sure!—Under his room, you say—what could have been there—the kitchen?
ANDERSON. No, a closet—see, over there! It was used by the cook.
GUSTAFSON. Then it must have been her.
ANDERSON. Yes, but don't you say so, as you don't know.
GUSTAFSON. The stone-cutter had it in for the cook last night—I guess he must have known a whole lot——
ANDERSON. You shouldn't repeat what the stone-cutter says, for one who has served isn't to be trusted——
GUSTAFSON. Ash, that's so long ago, and the cook's a regular dragon, for that matter—she'd always haggle over the vegetables——
ANDERSON. There comes the dyer from the station now—you'd better quit!
The STRANGER enters, dressed in a frock coat and a high hat with mourning on it; he carries a stick.
ANDERSON. It wasn't the dyer, but he looks a lot like him.