The Detective. Well, this fella’s hair was red.
Charlotte. Oh, it’s not Jerry then—it’s not Jerry.
Doris [to Charlotte]. Well, now, how do you know? Maybe— [She turns to the detective.] You see, this fella had been drinking some of this funny liquor you get around here sometimes and it may just have turned his hair red.
Charlotte [to the detective]. Oh, do you think so?
The Detective. I never heard of a case like that. I knew a fella whose hair was turned white by it.
Doris. I knew one, too. What was the name of the fella you knew?
Charlotte. Did this man claim to be my husband?
The Detective. No, madam, he didn’t. He said he had two wives out in Montana, but none that he knew of in these parts. But of course he may have been bluffing.
Doris. It doesn’t sound like Jerry to me.
The Detective. But you can identify him by that tattoo mark.