MRS. BAUER. [Without lifting her eyes, mechanically hands him a mop which hangs beside the door.] Here.
LANE. What's the matter?
MRS. BAUER. [Dully.] Huh?
LANE. [Significantly.] Oh, I know.
MRS. BAUER. What you know?
LANE. About the boss. [Mrs. Bauer looks distressed.] Heard your friends across the street talkin'.
MRS. BAUER. [Bitterly.] Friends!
LANE. Rotten trick to play on the boss, all right, puttin' that old maid up to get him pinched.
MRS. BAUER. [Absently.] Was she an old maid?
LANE. The cruelty-to-animals woman over there [waves his hand]—regular old crank. Nies[H] put her up to it all right.