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Jimmy: I don’t know, I’m sure, Mrs. Wragg. I’m a stranger in these parts myself.

Sir Charles is in his dressing room. He is resting at the moment, and must not be disturbed.

Mrs. Wragg: Thank you very much just the same.

This is beyond a joke, Wragg! You have no business to be going out at this time when there’s nobody to look after things but you and me after eleven o’clock!

Mrs. Wragg: I’m a cook, not a blinkin’ chambermaid!

Look here, Wragg. This is really going too far!

Jimmy: I should try again, Miss Groze.

Look here— Mrs. Wragg, really—

Mrs. Wragg: Mrs. Wragg is not spelt RAG, but WRAGG!

I object to your making a scene in front of a perfect stranger, who might have the delicacy to know where he’s wanted and where he’s not!

Mrs. Wragg: I’m frightened, that’s all, and I’m going.

But you can’t go when there’s nobody here to look after things but me—

Mrs. Wragg: That’s just it! Why isn’t there nobody here but you? Tell me that!

Because—

Mrs. Wragg: And why have they left? Tell me that!

Because—

Jimmy: Don’t belong to this world. Do you mean sort of black magic, and all that?

You’re letting your imagination run away with you!

Mrs. Wragg: Is all them books, all about spirtings and burnings and such like things what everybody’s seen with their very own eyes, is them imagination?

Don’t make such a fool of yourself.

Mrs. Wragg: She was found struck by lighting.

I still don’t see—

Mrs. Wragg: Worried isn’t the word!

You’ve no proof of anything at all! Anyhow, if you go now, you forfeit your wages—

Mrs. Wragg: And no proof, my goodness—

Well?

Mrs. Wragg: What’s all this story of the man who was murdered in the dressing room?

Are you suggesting that Sir Charles was the murder?

Mrs. Wragg: And if you’d seen what I seen just now—

What did you see?

Mrs. Wragg: There’s a very dark passage outside the wardrobe door.

Well?

Mrs. Wragg: I couldn’t see properly so I called out twice—

Go on!

Mrs. Wragg: She just went on walking down the passage—

She?