BELSIZE: Ah, well, it's only natural…. I got a bit of a funny feeling bottom of my spine myself crossing by the rubbish-heap.
DAN: Well, will you have a cigarette, sir?… (His hand to his jacket pocket) Only a Woodbine——
BELSIZE: No, thanks.
DAN (after a pause): Would you like to see Mrs. Bramson, sir?
BELSIZE: Oh, plenty of time. How's she bearing up?
DAN: Well, it's been a bit of a shock for her, them finding the remains of the lady at the bottom of her garden, you know.
BELSIZE: The remains of the lady! I wish you wouldn't talk like that.
I've seen 'em.
DAN (looking over his shoulder at the cuttings): Well, you see,
I haven't.
BELSIZE: You know, I don't mind telling you, they reckon the fellow that did this job was a bloodstained clever chap.
DAN (smiling): You don't say?