Snooks. Lady, you got me wrong.
Charlotte. Then where is he? If I’m wrong, find him.
Snooks [after a short consideration]. Have you tried the morgue?
Charlotte. Oh-h-h! Don’t say that word!
Snooks. Oh, he ain’t in the morgue. Probably some Jane’s got hold of him. She’ll send him home when she gets all his dough.
Charlotte. He isn’t a brute like you. He’s been kidnapped.
Snooks. Maybe he’s joined the Marine Corpse.... Howsoever, if he ain’t here I guess I’ll be movin’ on.
Charlotte. What do you want of him now? Do you want to sell him some more wood alcohol?
Snooks. Lady, I don’t handle no wood alcohol. But I found a way of getting the grain alcohol out of iodine an’ practically eliminatin’ the poison. Just leaves a faint brownish tinge.
Charlotte. Go away.