STROEBEL. All that must remain a mistake?
HAUTEVILLE. It simply must not have happened. No one broke into my apartment. No one arrested me. No one compelled anyone to hide in the wardrobe.
STROEBEL [shouts.] And no one ever saw such an insolent female.
HAUTEVILLE. This browbeating.
STROEBEL. It is meant for such as you.
HAUTEVILLE. [indignantly stopping her ears]. It reminds one so much of the tin plates and the comb.
STROEBEL [angrily pacing the room]. I never heard anything like it. Picture it! She makes insinuations as though we had something to be afraid of. [He stops pacing and faces her.] You evidently imagine that the whole government would run away from you.
HAUTEVILLE. No, but it ran away from your Lieutenant.
STROEBEL. Where?
HAUTEVILLE. Into the wardrobe.