Rada (rising to her feet slowly, steadying herself with one hand on the couch and fixing her eyes on his face).
My bedroom. No. I’ve nothing here to hide. This is war, isn’t it? If I choose to revenge myself on those that have used me badly, people that I hate, by telling you where you can find what everybody wants, money, money—I suppose you want that—isn’t that good enough?
Brander.
Better come with us, then, and show us this treasure-trove.
Rada (shrinking back).
No, no, I dare not. All those dead out there would terrify me, terrify me!
Tarrasch.
A pack of lies! What were you up to, eh? Telephoning to the English?
Brander.
It has been too much for her nerves. Don’t worry her, or she’ll go mad. Then there’ll be nobody left to get us our supper.