DAN (to MRS. BRAMSON): But I thought you said—or somebody said—something about—a murder?
HUBERT: Oh, we don't_know_, of course, but there might have been, mightn't there?
DAN (suddenly effusive): Yes, there might have been, yes!
HUBERT: Ever seen her?
DAN: Oh, yes. I used to take cigarettes an' drinks for her.
MRS. BRAMSON (impatiently): What's she like?
DAN: What's she like?… (To MRS. BRAMSON)—She's … on the tall side. Thin ankles, with one o' them bracelets on one of 'em. (Looking at OLIVIA) Fair hair—
A sudden thought seems to arrest him. He goes on looking at OLIVIA.
MRS. BRAMSON: Well? Go on!
DAN (after a pause, in a level voice): Thin eyebrows, with white marks, where they was pulled out … to be in the fashion, you know…. Her mouth … a bit thin as well, with red stuff painted round it, to make it look more; you can rub it off … I suppose. Her neck … rather thick. Laughs a bit loud; and then it stops. (After a pause) She's … very lively. (With a quick smile that dispels the atmosphere he has unaccountably created) You can't say I don't keep my eyes skinned, can you?