Mrs. Rummel.
Yes; that's what I say—he found the door locked. And—only think!—some one inside had to jump out of the window.
Mrs. Holt.
Right from the attic window!
Mrs Lynge.
And it was Mrs. Bernick's brother?
Mrs. Rummel.
Of course it was.
Mrs. Lynge.
And that was why he ran away to America?
Mrs. Holt.
He had to make himself scarce, I can assure you.
Mrs. Rummel.
For afterwards something else was found out, almost as bad. Only think, he had been making free with the cash-box
Mrs. Holt.
But, after all, no one knows exactly about that Mrs. Rummel; it may have been mere gossip.
Mrs. Rummel.
Well, I really must say! Wasn't it known over the whole town? For that matter, wasn't old Mrs. Bernick on the point of going bankrupt? Rummel himself has told me that. But heaven forbid I should say anything!
Mrs. Holt.
Well, the money didn't go to Madam Dorf, at any rate, for she
