David Stringer: Funny finding you here.
Mrs White: Don't know what you mean.
David Stringer: Your former mistress died in that fire. Arson, wasn't it? I was court reporter.
Mrs White: I was innocent.
David Stringer: That's not what the police thought. Mrs Peacock know about the fire, does she? Insured, is she?
Mrs White: I was innocent!
David Stringer: Of course you were. Still, you know what they say, don't you, eh? There's no smoke without fire. I'm sorry. Tactless of me. Everybody at church?
Mrs White: Except the Professor. He doesn't believe.
David Stringer: Does the vicar?
Mrs White: I beg your pardon?
David Stringer: Bit of a gambler, I hear. Up to his ears at the bookies.
Mrs White: Do you take delight in upsetting people, Mr Stringer? Liars and scandalmongers have made his life hell in the past.
David Stringer: Now, now, calm down. I've heard something else about the Reverend and his... shall I say, penchant for the mature ladies of this parish. Wouldn't want that little story to come out now, would we?