whole bunch.

HAUTEVILLE. [shrugs her shoulders]. That's something I cannot stop
you from doing.

STROEBEL. What then is your belief in fair play?

HAUTEVILLE. I never submitted that diary to you. You could not
have gotten it from me voluntarily, but it quite suits me that the
officer found it in my desk.

STROEBEL. Why?

HAUTEVILLE. Because he might have searched for it in the wardrobe.

STROEBEL. Now my patience is at an end. [Presses the button on his
desk.] I will have no consideration for anyone.

HAUTEVILLE. After all, perhaps you will. For yourself.

[Police officer enters.]

STROEBEL. Take this woman downstairs, [The officer leaves with
Hauteville. Stroebel sits down, pushes the chair angrily to the
desk, then gets up and throws the diary and several other books on
the desk, saying to himself:] Never heard anything like it! Such
impudence!

[Reisacher looks at him with amusement. A knock at the door.]