Inspector
I’d like some information, if you don't mind, Mr Birling. Two hours ago a young woman died in the infirmary. She'd been taken there this afternoon because she'd swallowed a lot of strong disinfectant. Burnt her inside out, of course.
Eric (involuntarily)
My God!
Inspector
Yes, she was in great agony. They did everything they could for her at the infirmary, but she died. Suicide, of course.
Birling (rather impatiently)
Yes, yes. Horrid business. But I don't understand why you should come here, Inspector -
Inspector (cutting through, massively)
I’ve been round to the room she had, and she'd left a letter there and a sort of diary. Like a lot of these young women who get into various kinds of trouble, she'd used more than one name. But her original name - her real name - was Eva Smith.
Birling (thoughtfully)
Eva Smith?
Inspector
Do you remember her, Mr Birling?
Birling (slowly)
No - I seem to remember hearing that name - Eva Smith - somewhere. But it doesn't convey anything to me. And I don't see where I come into this.
Act One