Beata!

Rosmer. Are you harking back to that again!

Kroll. No. You must solve the riddle of the millrace as your
conscience will allow you--if you have any conscience still left.
(PETER MORTENSGAARD comes in softly and quietly, by the door on
the left. He is a short, slightly built man with sparse reddish
hair and beard. KROLL gives him a look of hatred.) The
"Searchlight" too, I see. Lighted at Rosmersholm! (Buttons up his
coat.) That leaves me no doubt as to the course I should steer.

Mortensgaard (quietly). The "Searchlight" will always be ready
burning to light Mr. Kroll home.

Kroll. Yes, you have shown me your goodwill for a long time. To
be sure there is a Commandment that forbids us to bear false
witness against our neighbour--

Mortensgaard. Mr. Kroll has no need to instruct me in the
Commandments.

Kroll. Not even in the sixth?

Rosmer. Kroll--!

Mortensgaard. If I needed such instruction, Mr. Rosmer is the
most suitable person to give it me.

Kroll (with scarcely concealed scorn). Mr. Rosmer? Oh yes, the