THE VOICE. [_It’s Charlotte’s. You’d scarcely have recognized it._] I’ll come down. DORIS. Heard anything from Jerry? CHARLOTTE. Not a word. _Doris regards herself silently, but with interest, in a small mirror on the wall. In comes Charlotte--and oh, how changed from herself of last week. Her nose and eyes are red from weeping. She’s chastened and depressed._ DORIS [_with cheerful pessimism_]. Haven’t heard a word, eh? CHARLOTTE [_lugubriously_]. No. Not one. DORIS [_impressed in spite of herself_]. Son of a gun! And he sneaked away a week ago to-night. CHARLOTTE. It was that awful liquor, I _know_. He sat up all night and in the morning he was gone. DORIS. It’s the funniest thing I ever heard of, his sneaking off this way.... Say, Charlotte, I’ve been meaning to say something to you for a couple of days, but I didn’t want to get you depressed. CHARLOTTE. How could I possibly be any more depressed than I am? DORIS. Well, I just wanted to ask you if you’d tried the morgue yet. [_Charlotte gives a little scream._] Wait a minute. Get control of yourself. I simply think you ought to _try_ it. If he’s anywhere you ought to locate him. CHARLOTTE [_wildly_]. Oh, he’s not dead! He’s not dead! DORIS. I didn’t say he was, did I? I didn’t say he was. But when a fella wanders out tight after drinking some of this stuff, you can’t tell _where_ you’ll find him. Let me tell you, Charlotte, I’ve had more experience with this sort of thing than you have. CHARLOTTE. The detective is coming to report this morning. DORIS. Has he been combing the dives? You ought to have him comb the dives, Charlotte. I saw a picture last week that ought to be a lesson to any woman that loses her husband in a funny way like this. The woman in this picture lost her husband and she just combed the dives and--there he was. CHARLOTTE [_suspiciously_]. What was he doing? DORIS. Some vampire was sitting on his lap in a café. [_Charlotte moans._] But it does show that if you do have the dives combed, you can find ’em. That’s what this woman did.... There’s where most men go when they wander out like that. CHARLOTTE. Oh, no, Jerry wouldn’t go to the dives, or the--the morgue, either. He’s never drank or done anything like that till that night. He’s always been so mild and patient. _This is a new note from Charlotte._ DORIS [_after a thoughtful pause_]. Maybe he’s gone to Hollywood to go in the movies. They say a lot of lost men turn up there. CHARLOTTE [_brokenly_]. I don’t know what to do. Maybe I’m re-responsible. He said that night he might have been P-President if it hadn’t been for me. He’d just been analyzed, and they found he was per-perfect. DORIS. Well, with no reflections on the dead or anything like that, Charlotte, he wasn’t so wonderful as you make out. You can take it from me, he never would have been anything more than a postman if you hadn’t made him be a railroad clerk.... I’d have the dives combed.