Mrs. Tjaelde. Jakobsen is responsible for it, and will account for it.
The Receiver. Oh, that alters the case. Mr. Jakobsen is a man of integrity. (Goes back to his work.)
Jakobsen (to MRS. TJAELDE, in a low voice full of emotion). Did you hear that, Mrs. Tjaelde? He called me a man of integrity—and very soon not a single soul will call me that! (Goes out past TJAELDE to whom he whispers as he passes:) Scoundrel! I shall come back again!
The Receiver (going up to TJAELDE). Excuse me, but I must ask you for the keys of your private rooms and cupboards.
Mrs. Tjaelde (answering for her husband). My housekeeper shall go with you. Sannaes, here is the key of the cupboard. (SANNAES takes it from her.)
The Receiver (looking at TJAELDE'S massive watch-chain). Whatever article of dress can be called a necessary, we have nothing to do with; but if it happens that it comrises jewellery of any great value—. (TJAELDE begins to take off the watch-chain.) No, no; keep it on. But it will have to be included in the inventory.
Tjaelde. I don't wish to keep it.
The Receiver. As you please. (Signs to one of his clerks to take it.) Good-day! (Meanwhile SIGNE and HAMAR have appeared at the door of the outer office, and have seen what passed. The RECEIVER, SANNAES, and the clerks try to open the door on the right, but find it locked.) This door is locked.
Tjaelde (as if waking from a dream). Ah, of course! (Goes to the door and unlocks it.)
Signe (rushing to MRS. TJAELDE and falling on her knees beside her). Mother!