(After a pause, suddenly_) I've got the jitters. I've got the jitters. I've got the jitters…. (Calling loudly) Danny!
_She waits; there is complete silence. She rises, walks over to the kitchen door, and flings it wide open.
(Shouting_) Danny! (No reply.) He's gone … They've all gone … They've left me … (Losing control, beating her hands wildly on her Bible) Oh, Lord, help a poor old woman … They've left me! (Tottering to the sun-room) Danny … where are you?… Danny … I'm going to be murdered … I'm going to be murdered!… Danny … (Her voice rising, until she is shrieking hysterically) Danny! Danny! Danny!
_She stops suddenly. Footsteps on the gravel outside the front door.
(In a strangled whisper_) There's something outside … something outside … Oh, heavens …
(Staggering across to the sofa) Danny, where are you? Where are you? There's something outs—
The front door bangs. She collapses on the sofa, terrified, her enormous Bible clasped to her breast.
Oh, Lord, help me … help me … Oh, Lord, help me … (Muttering, her eyes closed) … Forgive us our trespasses …
The curtains are suddenly parted. It is DAN, a cigarette between his lips. He stands motionless, his feet planted apart, holding the curtains. There is murder in his face. She is afraid to look, but is forced to at last.
Danny … Oh … Oh …