CINDERELLA. I’ll take another look—
POLICEMAN (brightening). You’ve kept it?
CINDERELLA. I have it here.
POLICEMAN. I could let you see the word if it’s convenient to you to get the letter out of your pocket.
CINDERELLA. It’s not in my pocket.
POLICEMAN. Is it under the pillow?
CINDERELLA. No.
POLICEMAN (puzzled). Where, then?
(CINDERELLA, with charming modesty, takes the letter from her bodice. Her lover is thunderstruck.)