DOCTOR. Do you suffer from hallucinations?
STRANGER. No. But I'm pursued by trivial incidents. Can't you hear anyone playing?
DOCTOR. Yes.
LADY. Someone is playing. Mendelssohn.
DOCTOR. Not surprising.
STRANGER. No. But that it should be played precisely at the right place, at the right time.... (He gets up.)
DOCTOR. To reassure you, I'll ask my sister. (Exit through the verandah.)
STRANGER (to the LADY). I'm stifling here. I can't pass a night under this roof. Your husband looks like a werewolf and in his presence you turn into a pillar of salt. Murder has been done in this house; the place is haunted. I shall escape as soon as I can find an excuse.
(The DOCTOR comes back.)
DOCTOR. It's the girl at the post office.