Flink. You don't know me. I have never made public speeches—and least of all to street mobs.
Voice in the Crowd. Why are you doing it now, then?
Flink. Because I have been charged with a message to you! (The members of the club rush to the windows and on to the balcony and steps. Uproar.)
Voice in the Crowd. Be quiet! Let us hear him!
Flink. Listen to me, good people! You don't know me. But you used to know a tall chap, with long white hair and a big hat, who often made speeches to you. I mean Professor Ernst.
Voice in the Crowd. Three cheers for Professor Ernst. (Cheers.)
Flink. He was sent to prison, as you know, for high treason; escaped from prison, but broke his legs. Now he is living in exile, hopelessly crippled.
Voice in the Crowd. He got a pardon.
Another. No one knows where he is.
Flink. I know where he is. He has charged me to deliver a message to you to-day.