BELSIZE: Why didn't you sleep in your bed on the night of the murder?
DAN: I did.
BELSIZE (lighting his pipe): You didn't.
DAN: Yes I did. Oh—except for about half an hour—that's right. I couldn't sleep for toffee and I went up the fire-escape—I remember thinkin' about it next day when the woman was missing, and trying to remember if I could think of anything funny——
BELSIZE: What time was that? (He rises, crosses to the fireplace, and throws his match into it.)
DAN: Oh, about … oh, you know how you wake up in the night and don't know what time it is….
BELSIZE (staring at him doubtfully): Mmm …
DAN: I could never sleep when I was at sea, neither, sir.
BELSIZE: Mmm. (Suddenly) Are you feeling hot?
DAN: No.