CHARLOTTE [_eulogistically_]. He was a good husband. DORIS. You’ll get over it. CHARLOTTE. What? DORIS. Cheer up. In a year or so you’ll never know you ever had a husband. CHARLOTTE [_bursting into tears at this_]. But I want him back. DORIS [_reminiscently_]. Do you know the song? Do you know the song? [_She sings_:] “A good man is hard to find You always get the other kind And when you think that he is your friend You look around and find him scratching ’Round some other hen----” _She has forgotten her ethical connection and begins to enjoy the song for itself, when Charlotte interrupts._ CHARLOTTE [_in torture_]. Oh, don’t! Don’t! DORIS. Oh, excuse me. I didn’t think you’d take it personally.... It’s just about colored people. CHARLOTTE. Oh, do you suppose he’s with some colored women? DORIS [_scornfully_]. No-o-o! What you need is to get your mind off it for a while. Just say to yourself if he’s in a dive, he’s in a dive, and if he’s in Hollywood, he’s in Hollywood, and if he’s in the morgue---- CHARLOTTE [_frantically_]. If you say that word again, I’ll go crazy! DORIS.--well, in that _place_, then, just say: “I can’t do anything about it, so I’m going to forget it.” That’s what you want to say to yourself. CHARLOTTE. It’s easy enough to _say_, but I can’t get my mind---- DORIS. Yes, you can. [_Magnanimously._] I’ll tell you about what I’ve been doing. I’ve had sort of a scrap with Joseph. CHARLOTTE. Joseph who? DORIS. Joseph Fish. He’s that fella I brought around here, only you didn’t meet him. I told you about him. The one I got engaged to about ten days ago. His patents were in the mortuary business. CHARLOTTE. Oh. DORIS. Well, I been trying to make him stop chewing gum. I offered to give it up if he would. I think it’s sort of common when two people that go together are always whacking away at a piece of gum, don’t you? _There’s a ring at the door-bell._ CHARLOTTE. That’s the detective. DORIS [_prudently_]. Have you got that liquor hidden? CHARLOTTE. I threw that horrible stuff away. Go let him in. _Charlotte goes to the door and ushers in the detective. The detective wears an expression of profound sagacity upon his countenance._ Have you found him? THE DETECTIVE [_impressively_]. Mrs. Frost, I think so. CHARLOTTE. Alive? THE DETECTIVE. Alive. CHARLOTTE. Where is he? THE DETECTIVE. Wait. Be calm. I’ve had several clews, and I’ve been following them up one at a time. And I’ve located a man, who answers to the first name of Jerry, that I think is your husband. CHARLOTTE. Where did you find him? THE DETECTIVE. He was picked up trying to jimmy his way into a house on Crest Avenue. CHARLOTTE. Good heavens! THE DETECTIVE. Yep--and his name is Jerry. He had it tattooed on his arm. CHARLOTTE. Good God! THE DETECTIVE. But there’s one thing that’s different from your description. What color is your husband’s hair? CHARLOTTE. Brown.