[The SERVANT goes out with the dogs, behind the corner of the
hotel.]
Would not Mr. Ulfheim like to go into the dining-room in the meantime?
In among all the half-dead flies and people? No, thank you a thousand times, Mr. Inspector.
Well, well, as you please.
But get the housekeeper to prepare a hamper for me as usual. There must be plenty of provender in it—and lots of brandy—! You can tell her that I or Lars will come and play Old Harry with her if she doesn't—
[Interrupting.] We know your ways of old. [Turning.] Can I give the waiter any orders, Professor? Can I send Mrs. Rubek anything?
No thank you; nothing for me.
Nor for me.
[The INSPECTOR goes into the hotel.
[Stares at them for a moment; then lifts his hat.] Why, blast me if here isn't a country tyke that has strayed into regular tip-top society.