Count—[Looks at them.] Mr. Santha wrote these?
Paula—Wasn't it darling of him? Think of it! He must have worked all night, the poor
Count—[Comparing them with the summaries.] Curious how like these are the ones you wrote yourself.
Paula—Oh, I may as well confess it, your excellency. I didn't write those either. Mr. Juhasz did.
Count—Oh? Juhasz did?
Juhasz—It was only three pages . . . and Miss Paula's eyes bothered her.
Count—[With a sheaf of pages in each hand.] So, then, Juhasz wrote these three pages, and Santha wrote these forty?
Paula—Yes.
Count—[He rings. Santha enters.] Wait a moment, Santha. [To Juhasz.] There was a light in your room until four this morning. What were you doing up so late?
Juhasz—I'm not a very successful liar, excellency. I wrote the detailed statements too. . . .
Count—Thank you, Santha. You may go. [He throws the statements on the table. Santha exits at left.]
Paula—I am very grateful to you, Mr. Juhasz.
Juhasz—Oh, I am glad to have been of service. [He exits at left.]
