MRS. WOLFF
You can't never do enough for him, though.
WEHRHAHN
What does that mean: we can't do enough for him? We have recorded the
facts in the case. His suspicions fell upon his washerwoman and we have
searched her house. What more does he want? The man ought to keep quiet.
But, as I said, to-morrow I'm at the service of this affair again.
MRS. WOLFF
It's all the same to us. We c'n come back.
WEHRHAHN
Very well, then. To-morrow morning.
MRS. WOLFF
Good mornin'.
ADELAIDE
[_Dropping a courtsey._] Good mornin'.
_MRS. WOLFF and ADELAIDE exeunt._
WEHRHAHN
[_Turning over some documents. To GLASENAPP._] I'm curious to see what
the result of all this will be. Mr. Motes has finally agreed to offer
witnesses. He says the Dreier woman, that old witch of a pastry cook,
once stood within earshot when Fleischer expressed himself
disrespectfully. How old is the woman, anyhow?
GLASENAPP
Somewhere around seventy, your honour.
WEHRHAHN
A bit confused in her upper story, eh?
GLASENAPP
Depends on how you look at it. She's fairly sensible yet.
WEHRHAHN
I can assure you, Glasenapp, that it would be no end of a satisfaction to
me to flutter these dove-cotes here pretty thoroughly.
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