[Mrs. Holroyd stares witless around. The Grandmother sits rocking herself and weeping. Blackmore clears the table, putting the pots in the scullery. He folds the white tablecloth and pulls back the table. The door opens. Mrs. Holroyd utters a cry. Rigley enters.
RIGLEY
They're bringing him now, missis.
MRS. HOLROYD
Oh!
RIGLEY (simply)
There must ha' been a fall directly after we left him.
MRS. HOLROYD (frowning, horrified)
No—no!
RIGLEY (to Blackmore)