VOICES [_are heard, rough and harsh, from in back of the curtains_]. Shove that stiff up! He's got more room than what's coming to him. CAREN [_calling, without rising_]. Who is it you're moving? VOICE. Thirteen. Any reason why he should sprawl? CAREN. Not a bit. Shove him along. [_The curtains part. There is a swift vision of brilliant light within, and bodies laid out upon tables of ice._] KRAIG [_a man, scarcely more than a boy, over-wrought and hysterical, with his hands pressed close to his throbbing temples, bursts out_]. Oh.... Oh! Let me stay here just a moment away from that horror. CAREN [_glancing up from his writing and smiles_]. You're all the same the first day. KRAIG. Oh.... Oh! CAREN. That last one got you ... eh? KRAIG [_bitterly_]. So young ... so young! CAREN. Must have been a good looker. Much as you can tell the way his face is banged up. I'll bet his own mother wouldn't know him. KRAIG [_turning aside_]. Don't! CAREN [_titters_]. He ... he ... he! Number thirteen...! I hope he ain't superstitious. KRAIG. He has nothing more to fear. CAREN [_with dread_]. There's no tellin'. KRAIG. He's dead.... [_Enviously._] ... Dead! CAREN [_angry_]. Fool! KRAIG [_watching through the glass at the placid figure, enviously_]. Dead! CAREN [_exasperated_]. Bah! KRAIG [_suddenly has a hideous thought and turns swiftly to Caren_]. You think it was fair...? He went of his own free will? CAREN. Eh...? What put that into your head? KRAIG. No clothes ... naked! CAREN. A lot of them do that when they take the plunge. It ain't so easy to identify them. It saves a lot of bother, too. We stick 'em on the slabs a while and then.... KRAIG [_shuddering_]. Don't! It makes me cold ... cold! [_Again he parts the curtains and looks through the glass._] He's so calm ... so still. I wonder if he suffered first! [_With a clutch of hatred in his voice._] I wonder if--he starved! CAREN. That soft white kitten? Not much. Did you get a squint at his hands? He's never even tied his own tie. KRAIG [_laughs_]. And he's here! CAREN [_looking at Kraig_]. This is a funny job for a kid like you to pick. KRAIG [_turning away_]. I'm not as young as I look. I've got three little ones already. [_With deep anguish._] And another on the way. CAREN. It's a queer hang out for a kid like you, just the same. KRAIG [_hysterically, almost beside himself_]. I tell you ... there's another on the way. CAREN. What do you mean by that?