When a feller tootles so tootin'ly that you c'n rightly say he's tootlin', then you c'n hear that there tootlin' tootin'ly. WEHRHAHN [_To LANGHEINRICH._] Did you observe anything else that aroused your suspicions? I mean, while you were extinguishing the fire? Were there any indications that pointed in another direction, or that might, at least, point in another direction? [_LANGHEINRICH thinks for a moment, then shakes his head._] You didn't get inside of the house, did you? LANGHEINRICH I just barely glanced into the room. Then the ceiling came crashin' down. A hair's breadth sooner an' I'd ha' been smothered. WEHRHAHN The fire was started from without. Constable Tschache is quite right in that supposition. Probably from behind where the goatshed is. That would also be in agreement with your evidence, Mrs. Schulze! You saw him creep around the house. Right above the goatshed there is a window from which, as a rule, straw was sticking out. I myself made that observation. And this window gives on Rauchhaupt's garden. This window tempted the boy. It tempted him because he had it daily before his eyes. So he simply climbed on the roof of the shed and from there reached the sky-light. Very pleasant neighbour to have--I must say!--Who's that crossing the street and howling so? GLASENAPP [_Looks through the window._] Shoemaker Fielitz and his wife. WEHRHAHN What? Is that Mrs. Fielitz who comes howling so? It's enough to melt the heart of a stone. _MRS. FIELITZ, whose loud, convulsive weeping has been audible before she appeared, enters, leaning upon the SEXTON and followed by HER HUSBAND, who carries a large, new clock carefully in his arms. FIELITZ and HIS WIFE are both in their Sunday clothes._ WEHRHAHN Well, heavens and earth, Mrs. Fielitz! Trust in the Lord! Our trust in the Lord--that's the main thing! This isn't a killing matter.--Get a drink of brandy, Nickel! Go over and ask my wife for it. Mrs. Fielitz has got to be brought to her senses first.--Do me a favour, Mrs. Fielitz, and stop your outburst of tears. I can feel for you, when it comes to that. Quite a severe blow of fate. Have any valuables been destroyed? [_MRS. FIELITZ weeps more violently._] Mrs. Fielitz! Mrs. Fielitz! Listen to me! Please listen to what I say to you! Kindly don't lose your reason! D'you understand? Don't lose your head! You're generally a sensible woman.--Well, if you won't, you won't.--[_NICKEL, who has been gone for a moment, returns with a brandy bottle and a small glass._]--Give her the brandy; quick,--I'll address myself to you, Fielitz. I see that you're quite collected, at least. That's the way a man ought to be, you understand. In any situation--be that what it may. So, Fielitz, you give me some information! I'll put the same question to you first: Have any valuables been destroyed? FIELITZ [_He is only partially successful in restraining the convulsive sobs that attack him while he speaks._] Yes. Six bills ... banknotes!