OLIVIA _turns and suddenly sees him. Horror grows in her face.
The blare of music. The lights dim out._
SCENE II
_The music plays in darkness for a few bars, then the curtain rises again. The music fades away.
Late afternoon, two days later._ OLIVIA is seated above the table
snipping long cuttings from newspapers and pasting them into a ledger.
A knock at the front door. She starts nervously. Another knock.
MRS. TERENCE comes in from the kitchen carrying a smoothing-iron.
MRS. TERENCE: If it's them police again, I'll bash their helmets in with this. If it lands me three months, I will.
OLIVIA: They're from Scotland Yard, and they don't wear helmets.
MRS. TERENCE: Then they're going to get 'urt…. (Going into the hall) I can tell by their looks what they think. And they better not think it, neither.
OLIVIA: And what do they think?
MRS. TERENCE (over her shoulder): They think it's me. I know they think it's me.