It's about 9 o'clock on a grey, chilly morning and there's a feel of something in the air - rain maybe - but Ma has little eye for the weather as she walks towards the lumber yard this morning. There are many things on her mind, so many things, confusing and even frightening things. Around fifteen minutes ago, Evey, breathlessly and with typical gusto, told Ma and Joseph about the mysterious stranger who plunged to his death from Ann Morrison's room...