What are you sayin'? For the love of God, what are you sayin'?
THE CONSTABLE
[Draws himself up, looks at her searchingly, but continues as though he had not heard.] It'll be somethin' connected with the Streckmann 'affair.
ROSE
[As before, harshly, almost with a bark.] Streckmann? He strangled my child.
BERND
Girl, be still. You're out o' your mind.
THE CONSTABLE
Anyhow, you have no child at all—?