I guess you ain't right in your head...! How should _we_ come by a coat like that? A MAN'S VOICE [_Calls from without._] Mrs. Wolff! Oh, Mrs. Wolff! Are you still up? MRS. WOLFF [_Sharing the consternation of the others, rapidly, tensely._] Slip it in! Slip it in! And get in the other room! [_She crowds them all into the rear room and locks the door._ A MAN'S VOICE Mrs. Wolff! Oh, Mrs. Wolff! Have you gone to bed? _MRS. WOLFF extinguishes the light._ A MAN'S VOICE Mrs. Wolff! Mrs. Wolff! Are you still up? [_The voice recedes singing:_] "Morningre-ed, morningre-ed, Thou wilt shine when I am dea-ead!" LEONTINE Aw, that's only old "Morningred," mama! MRS. WOLFF [_Listens for a while, opens the door softly and listens again. When she is satisfied she closes the door and lights the candle. Thereupon she admits the others again._] 'Twas only the constable Mitteldorf. WULKOW The devil, you say. That's nice acquaintances for you to have. MRS. WOLFF Go on about your way now! Hurry! ADELAIDE Mama, Mino has been barkin'. MRS. WOLFF Hurry, hurry, Wulkow! Get out now! An' the back way through the vegetable garden! Julius will open for you. Go on, Julius, an' open the gate. WULKOW An's I said, if somethin' like such a beaver coat _was_ to turn up, why-- MRS. WOLFF Sure. Just make haste now. WULKOW If the Spree don't freeze over, I'll be gettin' back in, say, three or four days from Berlin. An' I'll be lyin' with my boat down there. MRS. WOLFF By the big bridge? WULKOW Where I always lies. Well, Julius, toddle ahead! [_Exit._ ADELAIDE Mama, Mino has been barkin' again. MRS. WOLFF [_At the oven._] Oh, let him bark! [_A long-drawn call is heard in the distance._ "Ferry over!"] ADELAIDE Somebody wants to get across the river, mama! MRS. WOLFF Well, go'n tell papa. He's down there by the river.--["Ferry over!"] An' take him his oars. But he ought to let Wulkow get a bit of a start first. _ADELAIDE goes out with the oars. For a little while MRS. WOLFF is alone. She marks energetically. Then ADELAIDE returns._ ADELAIDE Papa's got his oars down in the boat. MRS. WOLFF Who wants to get across the river this time o' night? ADELAIDE I believe, mama, it's that stoopid Motes! MRS. WOLFF What? Who is't you say? ADELAIDE I think the voice was Motes's voice. MRS. WOLFF [_Vehemently._] Go down! Ran! Tell papa to come up! That fool Motes can stay on the other side. He don't need to come sniffin' around in the house here. _ADELAIDE exits. MRS. WOLFF hides and clears away everything that could in any degree suggest the episode of the stag. She covers the sauce-pan with an apron. ADELAIDE comes back._ ADELAIDE Mama, I got down there too late. I hear 'em talkin' a'ready. MRS. WOLFF Well, who is it then? ADELAIDE I've been tellin' you: Motes.