POLICEMAN. Last place?
CINDERELLA. 3 Robert Street.
POLICEMAN. Scotch?
(Her mouth shuts.)
Ah, they’ll never admit that. Reason for leaving?
CINDERELLA. I had to go when the war broke out.
POLICEMAN. Why dismissed?
CINDERELLA (forlorn). They said I was a luxury.
POLICEMAN (getting ready to pounce). Now be cautious. How do you spend your evenings after you leave this building?
(Her mouth shuts.)