BEERMANN. For my part, go as far as you like, I won't stop you.
WASNER. Then you will not deny me your assistance?
BEERMANN. Suppose we discuss all this tomorrow, Herr Professor?
WASNER. Tomorrow will be too late. [Beermann falls back into his
chair in an attitude of apathy.] After my false step I became
convinced that it is my duty to protect others from this
temptation. My feeling of duty became stronger until finally I
wrote a letter to be exact--an anonymous letter--to the police,
wherein I demanded emphatically that they put an end to the
misconduct of this person.
BEERMANN [now attentive.] Really that was not nice.
WASNER. I wanted to assure myself that within I still had the
right to belong to the Society for the Suppression of Vice.
BEERMANN. I consider that rather mean. You should always be
grateful.
WASNER. This very feeling would have made me feel still more
guilty. [Beermann shrugs his shoulders nervously.] But now I come
to the reason for my being here. My information had results ...
This creature was arrested and today after dinner my false friend
comes to tell me that he had not been careful, had mentioned to
her my name, and I am certainly indexed in the book she kept. This
book was found in her place by the police.
BEERMANN [jumping up]. What's her name?
WASNER. Hauteville.
BEERMANN.
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