The Detective [rising]. Well, Mrs. Frost, if your man can be located, I’m going to locate him.
Doris. Have you thought of combing the dives?
The Detective. What?
Doris. Have you combed the dives? It seems to me that I’d make the rounds of all the dives, and I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if you’d see this man with somebody sitting on his knee.
The Detective [to Charlotte]. Does he run to that?
Charlotte [hurriedly]. Oh, no. Oh, no.
Doris [to Charlotte]. How do you know?
A brisk knock at the door. Doris opens it eagerly, admitting a small, fat, gray-haired man in a state of great indignation.
The Detective [to Charlotte]. Is this the pursued?
The Man [sternly]. You are speaking to Mr. Pushing. I employ or did employ the man who lives in this house.