WASNER. You are entitled to know everything. Only spare me the details. Briefly stated, one day I could not view my collection as objectively as usual and thru a friend I was induced to make a most damnable visit. I assure you that I simply loathe that fellow.
BEERMANN. But just why are you telling me all this?
WASNER. Because together we have fought against immorality shoulder to shoulder. I ask you if you still deem me worthy to strive for our common ideal.
BEERMANN. For my part, go as far as you like, I won't stop you.
WASNER. Then you will not deny me your assistance?
BEERMANN. Suppose we discuss all this tomorrow, Herr Professor?
WASNER. Tomorrow will be too late. [Beermann falls back into his chair in an attitude of apathy.] After my false step I became convinced that it is my duty to protect others from this temptation. My feeling of duty became stronger until finally I wrote a letter to be exact—an anonymous letter—to the police, wherein I demanded emphatically that they put an end to the misconduct of this person.
BEERMANN [now attentive.] Really that was not nice.
WASNER. I wanted to assure myself that within I still had the right to belong to the Society for the Suppression of Vice.
BEERMANN. I consider that rather mean. You should always be grateful.