Krakau. The clock's striking five.
Helms. Let it strike.
[There is another pause. A knock on the door is heard. Neither answers it. There is a louder knock.]
Krakau. [Impatiently.] Why don't you answer the door?
Helms. I'm not in the humor for company.
Krakau. But some one is knocking.
Helms. What's that to me? [There is a third knock.]
Krakau. Obstinate old fool. [Loudly.] Come in.
[Hansen and Johnston enter. Behind them in the hallway Buffe can be seen with Bolling on his arm. Farther back Hammer is seen.
[Krakau rises, goes to the window and stands there, looking gloomily out into the courtyard.]