HAUSER. Of course it is there. Where else should it be?
BEERMANN [indicating his side pocket]. Here.
HAUSER [amazed]. What?
BEERMANN [takes the diary out of his side pocket and places it on the table]. Here it is.
HAUSER. So, this is the celebrated diary of Madame Hauteville. [Beermann nods.] Who gave it to you?
BEERMANN. Nobody. I just took it.
HAUSER. You mean; you sto ...
BEERMANN.... Stole it, yes, sir.
HAUSER [pulls back his chair and breaks into a loud laugh]. You did that! [He laughs.] ... Say, that's pretty good. Now I am beginning to respect you. Confound it, I would never have given you credit for a stunt like this. [He laughs and slaps his knee.]
BEERMANN. Laugh, while I am dying of fright.