Drunken fool, thought Ellen. With fresh indignation, she remembered the disturbance in her own hall this morning. Nothing but drunks and gangsters in this neighborhood. She thought vaguely of looking at the "For Rent" section of the want ads.
There was a noise on the fire escape. Ellen reached over and lifted up the shade. The janitor was standing there with a big paper sack in his hand.
Ellen opened the window and asked, "How do you think it got there, Pete?"
"I dunno. Maybe fall offa the roof. Musta been in a fight."
"What makes you think so?"
"Neck's all torn. Big teeth marks. Maybe dog get him."
"Up here?"