Reisacher!
REISACHER [does likewise]. Yes, Herr Assessor.
STROEBEL. After all, it means class hatred.
REISACHER. No, no.
STROEBEL. Pay attention. Here it says [he reads]: "Of course, for
those higher up there are no laws." That means, I take it, that
the rich are beyond the control of the law. By "control of the
law," I wish you to understand I am attacking the humiliating and
anarchistic notion that the law does not apply equally to rich and
poor. Also I want to besmirch the rich, by designating them by a
slang expression.
REISACHER. Yes, Herr Assessor.
STROEBEL. Then how can you say it does not express class hatred
and contempt?
REISACHER. Because, then again, you see, people who have money are
respected anyway.
STROEBEL. You will never learn to think precisely, Reisacher.
REISACHER. Yes, Herr Assessor.
[Both resume their former positions. Short pause. Police
Commissioner, Freiherr van Simbach, enters left. Stroebel lays
aside his paper, rises and salutes. Reisacher writes hurriedly.]
COMMISSIONER [Footnote: President of Police, in original.]
'Morning, Herr Assessor. [To Reisacher.] Take your work outside,
Reisacher, until I have finished. [Reisacher exit through middle
door.] I want to ask you a few questions, Herr Stroebel. [Stroebel
bows. The Commissioner during the conversation takes center of
stage and speaks nonchalantly and somewhat drawingly.
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