 I beg your pardon. I was thinking it was all over. It's just this little more. Do you feel up to it? Oh, I'm all right, dear. I'll be fine. You'll see. I won't throw it all away now. Open the door. Miss Reed? Yes? We're from the police department, Miss Reed. The police department? What... Well, Miss Reed, your husband's had an accident. Bob? Tell me. Tell me! He's been stabbed, ma'am. He's dead. Bob? Bob?