STROEBEL. Your patrons are the very men who make it so hard for
you. They get you into trouble and then expect you to protect
them. Isn't it so?
HAUTEVILLE. What an experience for me! To have my apartment raided
at night and be simply dragged away myself.
STROEBEL. That is too much.
HAUTEVILLE. I was not even allowed to take along a change of
underwear. Then I am locked up with women who have every known
variety of vermin.
STROEBEL. And with all that they expect you to remain silent!
HAUTEVILLE. When I want to comb my hair, the matron gives me a
comb which these women have been using a whole week.
STROEBEL. That simply can't go on,
HAUTEVILLE. And the air! I never knew that such odors existed on
this earth.
STROEBEL. Still you are to shield the others! After all, you know,
I think that discreetness is just talk.
HAUTEVILLE. Talk?
STROEBEL. I mean if anybody ever had a moral right to give things
away, fully and freely, you are that person; ... after all you
have suffered.
HAUTEVILLE. That's right. I am that person.
STROEBEL. Well then; did somebody escape into that wardrobe?
HAUTEVILLE. Yes, somebody did escape into that wardrobe.
STROEBEL [eagerly]. Who? [Short pause.]
HAUTEVILLE. [laughs curtly]. Who?
STROEBEL [more sharply]. Who on Saturday night at 10 o'clock
escaped the search of the police by hiding in the wardrobe?
HAUTEVILLE.
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