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.
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?