WOLFF
That's possible, all right. There ain't nothin' impossible in _this_
world, I tell you.
WEHRHAHN
Well, then! Now, what did you want to announce?
WULKOW
A little girl, your honour.
WEHRHAHN
I will do all that is possible.
KRUEGER
I won't let the matter rest until I get back my coat.
WEHRHAHN
Well, whatever can be done will be done. Mrs. Wolff can use her ears a
little.
MRS. WOLFF
The trouble is I don't know how to act like a spy. But if things like
that don't come out--there ain't no sayin' what's safe no more.
KRUEGER
You are quite right, Mrs. Wolff, quite right. [_To WEHRHAHN._] I must ask
you to examine that package carefully. The handwriting on the slip that
was found in it may lead to a discovery. And day after to-morrow morning,
your honour, I will take the liberty of troubling you again. Good
morning!
[_Exit._
FLEISCHER
Good morning.
[_Exit._
WEHRHAHN
[_To WULKOW._] How old are you?--There's something wrong with those two
fellows up here. [_He touches his forehead. To WULKOW._] What is your
name?
WULKOW
August Philip Wulkow.
WEHRHAHN
[_To MITTELDORF._] Go over to my apartment. That Motes is still sitting
there and waiting.
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