A room in the garden house. The door in the background leads out-doors. There are windows at both sides of the door and also in the right wall. They all look out upon the garden, but are draped with long, heavy curtains. On the left a door leads into the bedroom. On the same side farther back a tile stove. A divan, table and chair, very near the stove. Bookshelves along the walls. The general impression is that of simple comfort.
It is evening, a short time after the preceding act. A lamp is burning on the table and lights up the no more than fair-sized cozy room.
Inspector Zindel appears in the open door at the background. Before him stands Paul.
Paul. As I was saying, have the bay saddled in case I should still want to take a ride.
Inspector Zindel. Very well, sir! Immediately?
Paul. In about thirty minutes.
Inspector Zindel. Shall the coachman bring out the bay or will you come to the stable?
Paul. Have it brought out! Good-by. (He comes back into the room.)
Inspector Zindel. Good night, sir! (He withdraws and closes the door behind him.)
[Paul walks up and down excitedly several times. He seems to be in a violent struggle with himself, sometimes listens for something outside, shakes his head, groans deeply, finally throws himself on the divan and crosses his arms under his head. Short pause.]