MRS. BRAMSON: Of course it's silly.
BELSIZE (giving MRS. BRAMSON an impatient look): No, go on. OLIVIA: Well, we woke up this morning, thinking, "Here's another day." We got up, looked at the weather, and talked; and here we all are, still talking…. And all that time——
MRS. BRAMSON: My dear girl, who are you to expect a policeman——
BELSIZE (quelling her sternly): If you please! I want to hear what she's got to say. (To OLIVIA) Well?
OLIVIA: All that time … there may be something … lying in the woods. Hidden under a bush, with two feet just showing. Perhaps one high heel catching the sunlight, with a bird perched on the end of it; and the other—a stockinged foot, with blood … that's dried into the openwork stocking. And there's a man walking about somewhere, and talking, like us; and he woke up this morning, and looked at the weather. … And he killed her…. (Smiling, looking out of the window) The cat doesn't believe a word of it, anyhow. It's just walking away.
MRS. BRAMSON: Well!
MRS. TERENCE: Ooh, Miss Grayne, you give me the creeps! I'm glad it is morning, that's all I can say….
BELSIZE: I don't think the lady can quite describe herself as ordinary, after that little flight of fancy!
MRS. BRAMSON: Oh, that's nothing; she writes poetry. Jingle jingle—
BELSIZE: I can only hope she's wrong, or it'll mean a nice job of work for us! … Well, if anything funny happens, nip along to Shepperley police station. Pity you're not on the 'phone. Good morning…. Good morning….