STROEBEL [impatiently]. Now what do you want?
REISACHER. Pardon me, Herr Assessor, shall I put all this talk into the minutes?
STROEBEL. No, I will dictate to you later. [To Hauteville.] You know that you are not here to amuse yourself.
HAUTEVILLE. I know that.
STROEBEL. Listen to me quietly. You hinted before that if we kept you here another night you would confess everything. Well I tell you here and now that we will not keep you here one, but a number of nights. You can ease your conscience at once.
HAUTEVILLE. I would only make yours the heavier for it.
STROEBEL. My conscience?
HAUTEVILLE. Yes, if I tell you here, there will be no possibility of a mistake, but everything must remain a mistake.
STROEBEL. I have patience with you, but I will not let you fool me. Now get yourself together and consider every word. What must remain a mistake?
HAUTEVILLE. Everything that has happened since Saturday night.