MRS. BRAMSON: Very nearly. This is Mr.—er—Bel—
BELSIZE: Belsize.
MRS. BRAMSON (drily): Of Scotland Yard.
HUBERT: Oh…. (Apprehensive) It isn't about my car, is it?
BELSIZE: No.
HUBERT: Oh. (Shaking hands affably) How do you do?
BELSIZE: How do you do, sir….
MRS. BRAMSON: He's a friend of Miss Grayne's here. Keeps calling.
BELSIZE: Been calling long?
MRS. BRAMSON: Every day for two weeks. Just before lunch.