This morning he reported for work again, looking very seedy. But this time we've caught him right. I found this letter . . . [exhibits the letter] which proves beyond a doubt that Mate is the paid spy of our competitor, Baron Goldberger.
Count—Goldberger!
Domokos—Yes, of Baron Goldberger.
Count—Not Baron Goldberger. . . .
Domokos—Pardon me . . . no. Of Goldberger. And, if Mr. Juhasz doesn't discharge him now. . . .
Count—I'll see to it. Where is this Mate? [He rings.]
Domokos—I told him to wait out there in the little office. [Points to the left.]
Count—Give me that letter. [Domokos gives it to him. Santha, an old man, half clerk, half servant, enters at left; waits at the door.] Send Mate in.
Santha—Yes, your excellency.
Count—Then ask Miss Paula to step in.
Santha—Yes, your excellency. [Exits at left.]
Domokos—Mr. Juhasz is spoiling all the men with that benevolence of his. [Mate enters at left. He is young; wears a white linen jacket which is soiled and torn. Behind him Santha enters and crosses to right, where he exits.]
Count—I am told you have been neglecting your work and going off on a spree for days at a time.
