Have you another and secret occupation?
(She blanches.)
Has it to do with boxes? What do you keep in those boxes? Where is it that these goings-on is going on? If you won’t tell me, I’m willing to tell you. It’s at A. C. Celeste’s.... In Bond Street, W.
(He has levelled his finger at her, but it is a pistol that does not go off. To his chagrin she looks relieved. He tries hammer blows.)
Are you living in guilty splendour? How do you come to know German words? How many German words do you think I know? Just one, espionage. What’s the German for ‘six months hard’?
(She is now crumpled, and here he would do well to pause and stride up and down the room. But he cannot leave well alone.)
What’s this nonsense about your feet?
CINDERELLA (plucking up courage). It’s not nonsense.
POLICEMAN. I see nothing particular about your feet.
CINDERELLA. Then I’m sorry for you.