Part 6 (1/2)
MRS. TERENCE: I've stumbled over bodies in them woods afore now. But they wasn't dead. Oh, no.
MRS. BRAMSON: Say what you know, and don't talk so much.
MRS. TERENCE: Well, I've told 'im all I've seen. A bit o' love now and again. Though 'ow they make do with all them pine-needles beats me.
BELSIZE: Anything else?
MRS. BRAMSON: Miss Grayne's always moping round the woods. Perhaps _she_ can tell you something.
OLIVIA: I haven't seen anything, I'm afraid.... Oh--I saw some men beating the undergrowth--
BELSIZE: Yes, I'm coming to that. But no tramps, for instance?
OLIVIA: N-no, I don't think so.
HUBERT: ”Always carry a stick's” my motto. I'd like to see a tramp try anything on with me. Ah-ha! Swis.h.!.+
MRS. BRAMSON: What's all the fuss about? Has there been a robbery or something?
BELSIZE: There's a lady missing.
MRS. TERENCE: Where from?
BELSIZE: The Tallboys.
MRS. BRAMSON: That Tallboys again--
BELSIZE: A Mrs. Chalfont.
MRS. TERENCE: Chalfont? Oh, yes! Dyed platinum blonde--widow of a colonel, so she says, livin' alone, so she says, always wearin' them faldalaldy openwork stockings. Fond of a drop too. That's 'er.
HUBERT: Why, d'you know her?
MRS. TERENCE: Never set eyes on 'er. But you know how people talk.
Partial to that there, too, I'm told.
MRS. BRAMSON: What's that there?
MRS. TERENCE: Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies.
BELSIZE (_quickly_): Well, anyway ... Mrs. Chalfont left the Tallboys last Friday afternoon, without a hat, went for a walk through the woods in this direction, and has never been seen since.
_He makes his effect_.
MRS. BRAMSON: I expect she was so drunk she fell flat and never came to.
BELSIZE: We've had the woods pretty well thrashed. (_To OLIVIA_) Those would be the men you saw. Now she was ... HUBERT (_taking the floor_): She may have had a brain-storm, you know, and taken a train somewhere. That's not uncommon, you know, among people of her sort.
(_Airing knowledge_) And if what we gather from our friend here's true--and she's both a dipsomaniac _and_ a nymphomaniac--
MRS. BRAMSON: Hark at the walking dictionary!