Rolandsen walks into Mack’s office and gives greeting. He is perfectly sober. The Macks, father and son, are standing, each at one side of the desk, writing. Old Mack offers him a chair, but Rolandsen does not sit. He says:
“I only came in to say it was me that broke in and took the money.”
Father and son stare at him.
“I’ve come to give myself up,” says Rolandsen. “It would not be right to hide it any longer; ’tis bad enough as it is.”
“Leave us alone a minute,” says Old Mack.
Frederik walks out.
Says Mack, “Are you in your right senses to-day?”
“I did it, I tell you,” shouts Rolandsen. And Rolandsen’s voice was a voice for song and strong words.
Then there was a pause. Mack blinked his eyes, and looked thoughtful. “You did it, you say?”
“Yes.”