Hedda. The police too?
Brack.
Yes. I fancy it will prove a costly frolic for Eilert Lövborg, crazy being that he is.
Hedda. How so?
Brack.
He seems to have made a violent resistance—to have hit one of the constables on the head and torn the coat off his back. So they had to march him off to the police-station with the rest.
Hedda. How have you learnt all this?
Brack. From the police themselves.
Hedda.
[Gazing straight before her.] So that is what happened. Then he had no vine-leaves in his hair.
Brack.
Vine-leaves, Mrs. Hedda?
Hedda.
[Changing her tone.] But tell me now, Judge—what is your real reason for tracking out Eilert Lövborg's movements so carefully?
Brack.
In the first place, it could not be entirely indifferent to me if it should appear in the police-*court that he came straight from my house.
