Charlotte [wildly]. Oh, where is he?
Mr. Pushing. That’s what I came here to find out. He hasn’t been at work for a week. I’m going to let him go.
Doris. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. He may be dead.
Mr. Pushing. Dead or alive, he’s fired. I had him analyzed. He didn’t have any ambition, and my analyzer gave him nothing but a row of goose-eggs. Bah!
Charlotte. I don’t care. He’s mine.
Doris [correcting her]. “Was” mine.
The Detective. Maybe you could tell me something about his habits in business hours.
Mr. Pushing. If you’ll come along with me I’ll show you his analyzed record. We’re having it framed. [Contemptuously.] Good morning.
He goes out. The Detective, after a nod at Charlotte and Doris, follows him.