CURT. I am sorry to admit—it was my one secret.
ALICE. And he ferreted it out. Can you see that he knows witchery, as I have told you before? Is there anything printed on the envelope?
CURT. Yes—"The Citizens' Union."
ALICE. Then he has guessed your secret. You want to get into the Riksdag, I suppose. And now you'll see that he goes there instead of you.
CURT. Has he ever thought of it?
ALICE. No, but he is thinking of it now. I read it on his face while he was looking at the envelope.
CURT. That's why he has to go to the city?
ALICE. No, he made up his mind to go when he read the death notice.
CURT. What has he to gain by the death of the Health Commissioner?
ALICE. Hard to tell! Perhaps the man was an enemy who had stood in the way of his plans.