HELSETH
goes out. KROLL takes up his hat.) I quit the field--temporarily.
But we have not fought the decisive action yet.
Rosmer. As truly as I stand here, Kroll, I have absolutely
nothing to do with Mortensgaard.
Kroll. I do not believe you any longer on any point. Under no
circumstances shall I have any faith in you after this. It is war
to the knife now. We shall try if we cannot make you powerless to
do any harm.
Rosmer. Oh, Kroll--how you have sunk! How low you have sunk!
Kroll. I? And a man like you has the face to say so? Remember
Beata!
Rosmer. Are you harking back to that again!
Kroll. No. You must solve the riddle of the millrace as your
conscience will allow you--if you have any conscience still left.
(PETER MORTENSGAARD comes in softly and quietly, by the door on
the left. He is a short, slightly built man with sparse reddish
hair and beard. KROLL gives him a look of hatred.) The
"Searchlight" too, I see. Lighted at Rosmersholm! (Buttons up his
coat.) That leaves me no doubt as to the course I should steer.
Mortensgaard (quietly). The "Searchlight" will always be ready
burning to light Mr. Kroll home.
Kroll. Yes, you have shown me your goodwill for a long time. To
be sure there is a Commandment that forbids us to bear false
witness against our neighbour--
Mortensgaard. Mr. Kroll has no need to instruct me in the
Commandments.
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