Claus
Yes, Mr. Burgomaster.
The Burgomaster
Then tell me all you know. Speak without fear. I give you my word that whatever you say will remain between ourselves.
Claus
I don’t know much, Mr. Burgomaster. I was in the nursery-garden where you told me to go this morning; I was trimming the rose-trees. They needed it, Mr. Burgomaster, I can tell you, especially the Paul Nerons, which had suckers as high as that. And the Malmaisons and Marshal Neils are getting the blight, Mr. Burgomaster.
The Burgomaster
The blight? I’m surprised at that; I didn’t notice any two days ago. How much of the insecticide have we left?
Claus
Only a gallon or so, Mr. Burgomaster.