It is a certain Mr. Ulfheim, from--
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
Oh, Mr. Ulfheim--
THE INSPECTOR. --the bear-killer, as they call him--
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
I know him.
THE INSPECTOR.
Who does not know him?
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
Very slightly, however. Is he on your list of patients--at last?
THE INSPECTOR.
No, strangely enough--not as yet. He comes here only once a year--on his way up to his hunting-grounds.--Excuse me for the moment--
[Makes a movement to go into the hotel.
ULFHEIM"s VOICE.
[Heard outside.] Stop a moment, man! Devil take it all, can"t you stop?
Why do you always scuttle away from me?
THE INSPECTOR.
[Stops.] I am not scuttling at all, Mr. Ulfheim.
[ULFHEIM enters from the left followed by a servant with a couple of sporting dogs in leash. ULFHEIM is in shooting costume, with high boots and a felt hat with a feather in it. He is a long, lank, sinewy personage, with matted hair and beard, and a loud voice. His appearance gives no precise clue to his age, but he is no longer young.]
ULFHEIM.
[Pounces upon the INSPECTOR.] Is this a way to receive strangers, hey?
You scamper away with your tail between your legs--as if you had the devil at your heels.
THE INSPECTOR.
[Calmly, without answering him.] Has Mr. Ulfheim arrived by the steamer?
ULFHEIM.
[Growls.] Haven"t had the honour of seeing any steamer. [With his arms akimbo.] Don"t you know that I sail my own cutter? [To the SERVANT.]
Look well after your fellow-creatures, Lars. But take care you keep them ravenous, all the same. Fresh meat-bones--but not too much meat on them, do you hear? And be sure it"s reeking raw, and b.l.o.o.d.y. And get something in your own belly while you"re about it. [Aiming a kick at him.] Now then, go to h.e.l.l with you!
[The SERVANT goes out with the dogs, behind the corner of the hotel.]
THE INSPECTOR.
Would not Mr. Ulfheim like to go into the dining-room in the meantime?
ULFHEIM.
In among all the half-dead flies and people? No, thank you a thousand times, Mr. Inspector.
THE INSPECTOR.
Well, well, as you please.
ULFHEIM.
But get the housekeeper to prepare a hamper for me as usual. There must be plenty of provender in it--and lots of brandy--! You can tell her that I or Lars will come and play Old Harry with her if she doesn"t--
THE INSPECTOR.
[Interrupting.] We know your ways of old. [Turning.] Can I give the waiter any orders, Professor? Can I send Mrs. Rubek anything?
PROFESSOR RUBEK.
No thank you; nothing for me.
MAIA.
Nor for me.
[The INSPECTOR goes into the hotel.