Count—I know. You assumed that fellow Mate's debts. And now that he has credit again he has resumed his drinking.
Juhasz—Oh, your excellency, he didn't owe the three hundred and thirty kronen for drinks.
Count—For what, then?
Juhasz—For hard-boiled eggs.
Count—Is that what he told you? Let me see. That would make 640 hard-boiled eggs in a single month. Or twenty-one a day.
Juhasz—Yes, the poor fellow has to eat twenty-two every day. The doctor has put him on an egg diet. . . . But that bill at the café is paid.
Count—Juhasz, Juhasz, it's sinful the way you let people rob you. I suppose you haven't a heller to your name.
Juhasz—Well, just at present
Count—I thought so.
Juhasz—What is next on the list, your excellency?
Count—The next is very serious. It concerns your protégé, Mate. We have discovered that he is Goldberger's spy.
Juhasz—I don't believe it, sir.
Count—[Picks up a letter.] Perhaps this letter, written in his own hand, may convince you. It is written to Goldberger, acknowledging the receipt of two hundred kronen in payment for a full list of
