Inspector: All she knew was that a customer complained about her and so she had to go. – – Sheila: (staring When was this? at him, agitated) Inspector: (impressively) At the end of January last year. – Sheila: What what did this girl look like? – Inspector: If you'll come over here, I'll show you. // He moves nearer a light perhaps standard lamp and she crosses to him. He produces – – the photograph. She looks at it closely, recognizes it with a little cry, gives a half-stifled sob, and then runs out. The inspector puts the photograph back in his pocket and stares speculatively after her. The other three stare in amazement for a moment.// Birling: What's the matter with her? Eric: She recognized her from the photograph, didn't she? Inspector: Yes. Birling: (angrily) Why the devil do you want to go upsetting the child like that? Inspector: I didn't do it. She's upsetting herself. Birling: Well why why? – – Inspector: I don't know yet. That's something I have to find out. – Birling: (still Well if you don't mind I'll find out first. angrily) – – Gerald: Shall I go after her. Birling: (moving) No, leave this to me. I must also have a word with my wife tell her – what's happening. (turns inspector We were having a nice at the door, staring at the angrily.) family celebration tonight. And a nasty mess you've made of it now, haven't you? Inspector: (steadily) That's more or less what I was thinking earlier tonight when I was in the infirmary looking at what was left of Eva Smith. A nice little promising life there, I thought, and a nasty mess somebody's made of it. // Birling looks as if about to make some retort, then thinks better of it, and goes out, Gerald Eric exchange inspector closing door sharply behind him. and uneasy glances. The ignores them.// Gerald: like to have a look at that photograph now, inspector. I’d
Inspector: All she knew was – that a customer complained about her – and so she had to go. Sheila: (staring at him, agitated) When was this? Inspector: (impressively) At the end of January – last year. Sheila: What – what did this girl look like? Inspector: If you'll come over here, I'll show you. // He moves nearer a light – perhaps standard lamp – and she crosses to him. He produces the photograph. She looks at it closely, recognizes it with a little cry, gives a half-stifled sob, and then runs out. The inspector puts the photograph back in his pocket and stares speculatively after her. The other three stare in amazement for a moment.// Birling: What's the matter with her? Eric: She recognized her from the photograph, didn't she? Inspector: Yes. Birling: (angrily) Why the devil do you want to go upsetting the child like that? Inspector: I didn't do it. She's upsetting herself. Birling: Well – why – why? Inspector: I don't know – yet. That's something I have to find out. Birling: (still angrily) Well – if you don't mind – I'll find out first. Gerald: Shall I go after her. Birling: (moving) No, leave this to me. I must also have a word with my wife – tell her what's happening. (turns at the door, staring at the inspector angrily.) We were having a nice family celebration tonight. And a nasty mess you've made of it now, haven't you? Inspector: (steadily) That's more or less what I was thinking earlier tonight when I was in the infirmary looking at what was left of Eva Smith. A nice little promising life there, I thought, and a nasty mess somebody's made of it. // Birling looks as if about to make some retort, then thinks better of it, and goes out, closing door sharply behind him. Gerald and Eric exchange uneasy glances. The inspector ignores them.// Gerald: I’d like to have a look at that photograph now, inspector.
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