Mr. X. That’s too much. Where am I to get it from? [MR. Y. points to the chest.] I won’t. I won’t be a thief.
Mr. Y. Don’t try to bluff me. Are you going to tell me that you haven’t been to that chest already?
Mr. X.[As if to himself.] To think that I could have made such a complete mistake! But that’s the case with soft natures. You like soft natures, so you’re apt to believe that they like you, and that’s why I’ve always been on my guard against anyone I liked. And so you’re absolutely convinced that I took the chest out of the ground?
Mr. Y. Yes, I’m certain.
Mr. X. And you’ll inform against me if you don’t get six thousand kronors.
Mr. Y. No mistake about it—you can’t get out of it, and it’s not worth while trying.
Mr. X. Do you think that I will give my father a thief for a son, my wife a thief for a husband, my children a thief for a father, my friends a thief for a colleague? Not if I know it. Now I will go to the police and give myself up.
Mr. Y.[Springs up and collects his things.] Wait a bit.
Mr. X. What for?
Mr. Y.[Hesitating.] I was only thinking—that it’s not necessary any more—as it’s not necessary for me to stay here—that I might go.