[_She flings herself on the mattress, and sobs silently, so as
not to awaken, the child._ JOE _returns, hanging his head,
dragging one foot before the other._

MARY. [_Still sobbing, but trying to control herself._] Why did you do
that?

JOE. [_Humbly._] I don't know--

MARY. You gave it to the policeman?

JOE. Yes.

MARY. What did you tell him?

JOE. That you had found it.

MARY. Where?

JOE. In a Tube Station. Picked it up because we were starving. That we
hadn't opened it. And that we lived here, in this cellar.

MARY. [_With a little shake._] I expect he'll keep it himself!

JOE. [_Miserably._] Perhaps.

[_There is silence for a moment; she has ceased to cry; suddenly
she raises herself violently on her elbow._