The Lady (coaxingly).
Oh, do let me have it. (Sits at the writing-table and opens the drawer. With a low cry of surprise.) Empty!
v. Wolters (bending over her).
Empty?
The Lady.
Are you sure that this was----?
v. Wolters.
Yes, that was the drawer in which he kept his private papers. I'm sure of it.
The Lady (staring straight ahead).
Well, how can you explain----?