of Police; another is a plain-clothes officer, and carries a notebook; the third is in the ordinary clothes of a gentleman.
Inspector.
[Stopping Otto.] One moment. Your name,
please?
Otto.
[Bridling up.] What's that to you?
Inspector.
Come, don't be rude, young man. We are Inspectors of Police, making the register of enemy
aliens under the new military regulations.
Otto.
[Trying to push past.] Are you indeed? Well, I've
got to meet a train at Charing Cross at four o'clock,
so if you'll be good enough to——
Inspector.
[Blocking way.] Your name, please.
Otto.
[Sulkily.] Otto Schiller, if you must know.
Officer in Plain Clothes.
He can be allowed to go.
Otto.
Can he? Enemy aliens, are we? Ugh!
[He goes out with snorts of contempt. The men step farther into the room.
