[pointing to Mrs. Peacock's drink
] Maybe he was poisoned!
[Mrs. Peacock immediately drops her glass full of brandy and starts screaming
[trying to get her to the couch
] Mrs. Peacock, please. Mrs. Peacock, it's alright. It's alright. We don't know anything. Sit-sit down, sit down, Mrs.-
[slaps her; everybody stares
Well, I had to stop her from screaming!