MRS. BRAMSON (shrieking from the other side of the house):
Danny!… Danny!
The clatter of footsteps in the garden. DORA runs in from the hall, breathless and terrified.
DORA: They're diggin' … in the rubbish-pit …
OLIVIA: Well?
DORA: There's something sticking out….
OLIVIA: What?
DORA: A hand … Somebody's hand!… Oh, Miss Grayne … somebody's hand….
She runs whimpering into the kitchen, as OLIVIA rises and runs to the left window and looks out.
MRS. BRAMSON'S VOICE (calling off): Danny!
DAN rises slowly, his back to the audience.