DAN: He says they're sellin' like hot cakes! (Handing the paper to MRS. BRAMSON) There you are, I've found the place for you—whole page, headlines an' all….
MRS. BRAMSON: Oh, yes….
DAN _stands with one knee on the sofa, and turns over the pages of his Bible.
(Reading breathlessly, her back to the fireplace_)
"… The Victim's Past" … with another picture of me underneath! (Looking closer, dashed) Oh, taken at Tonbridge the year before the war; really it isn't right…. (To OLIVIA, savouring it) "The Bungalow of Death!… Gruesome finds…. Fiendish murderer still at large…. The enigma of the missing head … where is it buried?" … Oh, yes! (She goes on reading silently to herself.)
DAN (suddenly, in a clear voice): "… Blessed is the man … that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly … nor standeth in the way of sinners … nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful…."
MRS. BRAMSON (impatiently): Oh, the print's too small….
DAN (firmly): Shall I read it to you?
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes, dear, do….
He shuts the Bible with a bang, throws it on the sofa, and takes the paper from her. OLIVIA watches him intently; he smiles at her slowly and brazenly as he shakes out the paper.