He is slightly bowed with age; his left shoulder hangs
somewhat. Otherwise he is still very vigorous and emphasises his
remarks by violent gesticulations. He wears a fur cap which he is now
holding in his hand, a brown winter overcoat and a thick woolen shawl
around his neck._
KRUEGER
[_Literally charged with rage, explodes:_] I've been robbed, your honour.
[_Getting his breath, he wipes the perspiration from his forehead
with a handkerchief and, after the manner of people with impaired
hearing, stares straight at the mouth of the justice._
WEHRHAHN
Robbed, eh?
KRUEGER
[_Already exasperated._] Robbed is what I said. I have been robbed. Two
whole loads of wood have been stolen from me.
WEHRHAHN
[_Looking around at those present, half-smiling, says lightly:_] Not the
least thing of that kind has happened here recently.
KRUEGER
[_Putting his hand to his ear._] What? Not the slightest thing? Then
perhaps I came into this office for fun?
WEHRHAHN
You need not become violent. What is your name, by the way?
KRUEGER
[_Taken aback._] My name?
WEHRHAHN
Yes, your name!
KRUEGER
So my name isn't known to you? I thought we had had the pleasure before.
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