[Smiling]: He. I chose it, you know. Or don't you like it?
Briquet
We like it all right—but we have to have your real name. Have you a passport?
He
[Confused]: A passport? No, I have none. Or, rather, yes. I have something of the kind, but I had no idea the rules were strictly enforced here. What do you need papers for?
[Zinida and Briquet look at each other. Zinida pushes the book aside.]
Zinida
Then we can't take you. We cannot quarrel with the police, just on your account.
Briquet
She is my wife. I hadn't told you. She's right. You might get hurt by a horse, or hurt yourself—or do something. We don't know you, you see. I personally don't care, but out there, it's different, you see. For me a corpse is just a corpse—and I don't ask anything about him. It's up to God or the Devil. But they—they're too curious. Well, I suppose it's necessary for order. I don't know—— Got a card?