BEERMANN [shouts]. But that is an unheard of insolence!
STROEBEL. Yes.
BEERMANN. Why does she write such things? To what purpose? Can't she herself realize how dangerous it is? Fancy, a woman whose whole stock in trade is secrecy, keeping an address hook of her patrons. Confound her!
STROEBEL. But to us as evidence it is priceless.
BEERMANN. I ask you—why does she record such things?
STROEBEL. We can only be glad of it, Herr Beermann.
BEERMANN. We?
STROEBEL. She'd lie. I tell you she'd deny everything, and that puts an end to the case. [Holding the diary in the air.] But here we have the whole bunch.
BEERMANN. As though she wanted to turn State's evidence ...
STROEBEL. Let her just come to court with her confounded fine talk. [Imitating Hauteville's manners.] "It simply must not have happened." I will drive her to the wall with what happened. We will simply bring up those fellows, one after the other.