[Has unrolled a sack which had been hidden about his person.] Now help me shoot it right in here. [MRS. WOLFF helps him place the venison in the sack.] An' if by some chanst you should come to hear o' somethin' like that—what I means is, just f'r instance—a—fur coat like that, f'r instance. Say, sixty or seventy crowns. I could raise that, an' I wouldn't mind investin' it.
MRS. WOLFF
I guess you ain't right in your head…! How should we come by a coat like that?
A MAN'S VOICE
[Calls from without.] Mrs. Wolff! Oh, Mrs. Wolff! Are you still up?
MRS. WOLFF
[Sharing the consternation of the others, rapidly, tensely.] Slip it in! Slip it in! And get in the other room!
[She crowds them all into the rear room and locks the door.
A MAN'S VOICE
Mrs. Wolff! Oh, Mrs. Wolff! Have you gone to bed?