BEERMANN [peeps anxiously over]. Then it is a regular diary?

STROEBEL. Quite correctly kept. Gives date and names. Even little
jesting remarks about the people concerned.

BEERMANN [shouts]. But that is an unheard of insolence!

STROEBEL. Yes.

BEERMANN. Why does she write such things? To what purpose? Can't
she herself realize how dangerous it is? Fancy, a woman whose
whole stock in trade is secrecy, keeping an address hook of her
patrons. Confound her!

STROEBEL. But to us as evidence it is priceless.

BEERMANN. I ask you--why does she record such things?

STROEBEL. We can only be glad of it, Herr Beermann.

BEERMANN. We?

STROEBEL. She'd lie. I tell you she'd deny everything, and that
puts an end to the case. [Holding the diary in the air.] But here
we have the whole bunch.

BEERMANN. As though she wanted to turn State's evidence ...

STROEBEL. Let her just come to court with her confounded fine