MAGGIE. I know. You must have worried father very badly since I went, Alice. (Goes to ALICE, L.)
ALICE. Why?
MAGGIE. Tell them, Mr. Beenstock.
FREDDY. Well, the fact is, Mr. Hobson won't come because he's at our place just now.
VICKEY. At your corn warehouse? What's father doing there?
FREDDY. He's—he's sleeping, Vickey.
ALICE. Sleeping?
(WILLIE sits on a chair in front of the counter.)
FREDDY. You see, we've a cellar trap in our place that opens in the pavement and your father—wasn't looking very carefully where he was going and he fell into it.
VICKEY. Fell? Is father hurt? (Up to FREDDY.)