STROEBEL. Does he? ... [Short pause.] I had an idea he didn't want
us to be too strict for fear of notoriety.

REISACHER [eagerly]. No, no. He certainly would not like that.

STROEBEL [turns around completely]. Listen, Reisacher, you
contradict yourself all the time.

REISACHER [turns around likewise]. I beg your pardon, Herr
Stroebel. May I suggest ...

STROEBEL. But you are always contradicting yourself. First you say
yes, and then you say no.

REISACHER. I beg your pardon, Herr Assessor Stroebel. I wanted to
say that in the Police Department it is like this: Everything you
do is all right, if it turns out all right.

STROEBEL [turns back to his desk]. You will never learn to
formulate a thought precisely.

REISACHER [also turns]. All right, Herr Stroebel.

(Short pause. Stroebel reads. Reisacher writes. A commotion is
heard through the middle door, which, is thrown open and Ninon De
Hauteville enters. Behind her a policeman, who holds her tightly
by the arm. She tries to free herself.)

HAUTEVILLE. [she wears a large picture hat, and is highly