Brachtmann.
What's the matter?
Prince.
Isn't this the Countess's writing-table?
Brachtmann.
Yes.
Prince.
Come here a moment, will you, and just glance discreetly over these papers. Do you notice anything? (Brachtmann shrugs his shoulders.) I mean among the newspapers.
Brachtmann (in a low voice, much agitated).
The devil!--That was what I wanted to speak to you about. (He points to one of the papers.)