HAUTEVILLE. [quietly, without a single trace of surprise]. It
looks like my diary.

STROEBEL. It is your book. It was found in your desk.

HAUTEVILLE. [very calm]. The desk was locked,

STROEBEL. It was broken open. Well? What about your loyalty now?

HAUTEVILLE. [shrugs her shoulders]. I kept it. I haven't a fire-
proof safe.

STROEBEL [contemptuously]. Would you by chance like to show me the
name?

HAUTEVILLE. What name?

STROEBEL. Of the gentleman in the wardrobe.

HAUTEVILLE. [laughs]. His name really is not in it.

STROEBEL. Do not evade but show me.

HAUTEVILLE. Oh, there are parties whose names are not in the Hotel
Register. They travel incognito.

STROEBEL [persuadingly]. Hochstetter, I have an impression that
you are not such a stupid girl, and I believe that you would like
to [pointing to the diary] take good care of your--patrons. If you
do not immediately reveal the name of that man, I will summon the