MR. Y. No? Yes, you have me.
MR. X. Ah, now things are beginning to clear up. How much do you ask to become accomplice to the homicide?
MR. Y. Six thousand crowns.
Mr. X. That's too much. Where am I to get it? [Mr. Y. points to the case.] I don't want to do that, I don't want to become a thief.
MR. Y. Don't pretend. Do you want me to believe that you haven't dipped into that case before now?
MR. X. [As to himself]. To think that I could make such a big mistake! But that's the way it always is with bland people. One is fond of gentle people, and then one believes so easily that he is liked; and just on account of that I have been a little watchful of those of whom I've been fond. So you are fully convinced that I have helped myself from that case?
MR. Y. Yes, I'm sure of it.
MR. X. And you will accuse me if you do not receive the six thousand crowns?
MR. Y. Absolutely. You can't get out of it, so it's not worth while trying to do so.
MR. X. Do you think I would give my father a thief for son, my wife a thief for husband, my children a thief for father, and my confrères a thief for comrade? That shall never happen. Now I'll go to the sheriff and give myself up.