Mrs. Futvoye.
Absolutely smashed to atoms!
Mr. Wackerbath.
Dear me! How unfortunate! [To the Professor.] And have you any clue to the—ah—culprit?
Pringle.
[With a wild sardonic laugh.] Ho-ho! He's no idea who the—ah—culprit is. Have you, Professor?
[Renewed astonishment.
Professor Futvoye.
[Glaring at Pringle.] I can only surmise. My theory is that burglars must have broken in during the night, and that the scoundrels, disgusted at finding nothing of any value to them, revenged themselves by doing this irreparable damage.
Pringle.