DAN (tonelessly): Through the kitchen … here, sir…. First door facin' …
BELSIZE: First door facing——
DAN: You can't miss it.
BELSIZE: I'll find it.
DAN: It's open, I think.
BELSIZE goes into the kitchen. A pause, DAN _looks slowly round the room.
(Turning mechanically to the kitchen door_) You can't miss it….
A pause. The noise of something being moved beyond the kitchen. Dan sits on the sofa with a jerk, looking before him. His fingers beat a rapid tattoo on the sides of the sofa. He looks at them, rises convulsively and walks round the room, grasping chairs and furniture as he goes round. He returns to the sofa, sits, and begins the tattoo again. With a sudden wild automatic movement he beats his closed fists in rapid succession against the sides of his head. BELSIZE returns, carrying the hat-box.
BELSIZE (crossing and placing the hat-box on the table): This one's locked. Have you got the key?
DAN rises, and takes a step into the middle of the room. He looks at the hat-box at last.