CRAIG’S WIFE
5
- But it’s just as well to keep a day or two ahead of a woman like Mrs. Craig, Mazie (she flicks the dust from the table with the doilies); if she gets an idea up there that there’s a pin out of place around here,—she’ll take the first train out of Albany. (Mazie makes a sound of amusement and resumes her paper and Mrs. Harold starts for the door at the right) Oh, there’s plenty like her—I’ve worked for three of them; you’d think their houses were God Almighty.
- [She goes into the other room.
Mazie
- Didn’t you tell me, Mrs. Harold, that you worked out on Willows Avenue one time?
Mrs. Harold (calling from the other room)
- Yes, I worked out there for two years, at Doctor Nicholson’s.
Mazie
- Did you know any people out that way by the name of Passmore?
Mrs. Harold (appearing between the portières)
- By the name of what?
Mazie
- Passmore. Capital P-a-double s-m-o-r-e. Mr. J. Fergus Passmore and wife.
Mrs. Harold (coming forward at the right)
- No, I don’t remember anybody by that name; why?
Mazie
- Nothing.—It says here they were both found dead this morning in their home on Willows Avenue.
Mrs. Harold
- Oh, Lord have mercy on them! What happened to them?
