Sounds like sobs.
I stood there a moment longer, listening. Yes, someone definitely was
inside. I knocked again, and, getting no response, turned the handle
and let myself in.
Harriet's door stood open, and her room was empty. The sobs were coming
from Lorraine's room, whose door was closed nearly all the way.
"She isn't here," Lorraine said in a dismal voice, broken with sobs.
"She and Tony are down at the waterfront."
_Cross that idea off_, I thought. But Lorraine was still sobbing. I
hesitated outside her door, wondering if I ought to butt into her
business. I was half perturbed by her sobs, and--I admit it--half
interested in the notion of taking a tumble on the bed with her, if she
were in that kind of mood.