Bradley. Where the deuce did you fellows go to? I've been wanderingall over the square looking for you.

Perkins. Your wife--

Bradley (dropping bottle). What? What about her--hurt?

Mrs. Perkins. Worse! [Sobs.

Bradley. Killed?

Mrs. Perkins. Worse--l-lol-locked up--in jail--no bail--wants to belamped out.