STROEBEL [pacing up and down]. I will bring that fellow out of your wardrobe. I will bring him to light. Into bright daylight! [Remains standing in front of Hauteville.] What did you say?
HAUTEVILE. Non.
STROEBEL [resuming his pacing']. One of those fine fellows who wallow in the mire and then expect us to make exceptions. [Stops pacing, facing Hauteville.] What were you saying?
HAUTEVILLE. Nothing.
STROEBEL. Sad enough that now and again a halfway decent person strays into your place.
HAUTEVILLE. He can only regret that he was disturbed.
STROEBEL [goes quickly to desk and unlocks a drawer]. Besides, do not deceive yourself. We do not need your disclosures. [He takes out a rather bulky paper, a school composition book, and holds it triumphantly in the air.] There; do you recognize this?
HAUTEVILLE. [quietly, without a single trace of surprise]. It looks like my diary.
STROEBEL. It is your book. It was found in your desk.
HAUTEVILLE. [very calm]. The desk was locked,