Kellinghausen.
H'm--that's about the only epitaph I can hope for. Ha! ha!--Well--I say, Richard, what sort of a fellow is that Meixner? (The others look up quickly.) Wasn't he your secretary at one time?
Richard.
Yes.
Kellinghausen.
How long ago?
Richard.
It must be ten or twelve years.
Kellinghausen.
Well, he has certainly profited by the training you gave him. He's raving against you like a madman.