RICHARD.
Not once?
BERTHA.
Not that I remember.
RICHARD.
[Bounding to his feet.] O yes! Quite clear!
BERTHA.
What?
RICHARD.
[Striding to and fro.] A liar, a thief, and a fool! Quite clear! A common thief! What else? [With a harsh laugh.] My great friend! A patriot too! A thief—nothing else! [He halts, thrusting his hands into his pockets.] But a fool also!
BERTHA.
[Looking at him.] What are you going to do?
RICHARD.
[Shortly.] Follow him. Find him. Tell him. [Calmly.] A few words will do. Thief and fool.
BERTHA.
[Flings the slip on the couch.] I see it all!
RICHARD.
[Turning.] Eh!
BERTHA.
[Hotly.] The work of a devil.