VOICE [_brokenly_]. Let me look once ... just once. [_Caren opens the door a crack._] Are there any ... women? CAREN. Women? Of course, there's women ... always women. What is it you've craving? The sight of the beauties or the smell of their stinking flesh? Go on ... get out. This isn't a bawdy house. [_He slams the door to and walks away._] KRAIG. What is it he wants? CAREN. A peep at the stiffs. Probably looking for his girl. [_He passes out of sight, behind the black curtain._] KRAIG. Oh! [_Cautiously he peeps after Caren, then opens the door a crack and calls in a whisper_]. Man!... You can see the new ones through the panel there. Lift up the curtain. There's two. A blond haired girl and a boy. [_He turns swiftly as the curtains part and Caren reënters. Softly he shuts the door, then stands watching into the hallway through a glass partition._] Poor soul! CAREN [_mumbles as he returns_]. There's something queer about that last young stiff. KRAIG. Number thirteen? CAREN. Yes, number thirteen. You may have been right after all. Perhaps it wasn't fair play to put him in the river. There's some mystery ... something wrong. [_Tittering._] He ... he ... he! Not number thirteen for nothing. KRAIG [_watching outside_]. How do you know there's anything wrong? CAREN. That's telling, Sonny. [_With deep meaning._] But you get wise quick ... looking at the dead. KRAIG. Ugh! CAREN. People are telephoning and messengers are on the way. Pah ... things like this are a nuisance. They keep one late. What are you watching? KRAIG. That man who was here at the door. He doesn't go away. I wonder what keeps him here. CAREN. Conscience! Scared to death he'll find his girl. Afraid not to look for her. KRAIG. You mean?... CAREN. Oh, there's just two things drives people into the water. The men ... 'cause they've got too little inside 'em.... The women.... KRAIG [_furious_]. Stop! CAREN [_alarmed, yet brazen ... scratching his head_]. He ... he ... he! Pretty clever little joke. He ... he! [_Kraig begins to pace the room, his hands pressed to his temples._] CAREN. I must tell that to the boys inside. [_He starts to go._] Pretty clever little joke!... KRAIG [_watching, excitedly_]. There's something wrong with the fellow. I'd better see. CAREN [_pausing_]. You'd better shut your eyes and see nothing. KRAIG. He is staggering. CAREN. Let him stagger. KRAIG. He may be ill. He may be--starving. CAREN. He's come to a good place to lose his appetite. KRAIG. Oh, let me see what's wrong with him ... please. CAREN. You go out that door and you don't come back. [_A pause._] I guess you'll stay. KRAIG [_looks his hatred_]. Just as you say. [_Outside the door there is a short, sharp scream._] VOICE. Maria! KRAIG. He's fallen. CAREN. He'll get up. KRAIG. I wonder what happened. CAREN. Perhaps he got a peep at the new blonde. [_There is now a violent banging on the door._] KRAIG. He's here.