bargained for.

FRAU BEERMANN. Here? [Beerman, head sideways, listens over his
cards.]

HAUSER. Last night the police arrested a woman who kept a very
open house. She colored it by going under a fancy French name, and
they say only entertained the best of society. She kept a diary
which fell into the hands of the police.

BEERMANN [he leaves his seat, comes forward, right]. A diary?

BOLLAND [drops his cards and rises]. What sort of a diary?

HAUSER. Oh! Just a naughty little inventory of all of her
visitors.

BEERMANN. What is the name of the lady?

HAUSER. Some French name which sounds to me like rouge.

BEERMANN. I can't understand how you could forget her name.

BOLLAND. I can't either as long as you seem to know all about it.

FRAU BEERMANN [to Beermann]. But, Fritz, why should you worry
about it?

BEERMANN. Well ... am I the President of the Vice Suppression
Society or, am I not ...?