_Hallers._ Dual personality--nonsense! (_A spasm seizes him. He scowls at the audience, ties a muffler round his neck and loses his identity._) Gr-r-r-r! Waugh-waugh! Gr-r-r-r-r! Przemysl! [_Exit growling._ ACT II. _Scene: "The Lame Duck" cafe, a horrible haunt of depravity._ _Poulard_ (_the Proprietor, to long-bearded customer_). Yes, Sir? _L.-B. Customer._ H'sh! (_Removes portion of beard._) I am Inspector Heidegg! _Poulard._ Fried egg? _Inspector_ (_annoyed_). Heidegg. (_Replaces beard._) A gang of desperate desperados, headed by the ruffianly ruffian whom they call The Baron, will be here to-night. I shall be hiding under the counter. Ten men and two dachshunds surround the house. If you betray me your licence will not be worth a moment's purchase. [He dives under the counter. Poulard, rather upset, goes out and kicks the waiter. _Enter the gang of desperados, male and female. A scene of horrible debauchery ensues._ _Charlier_ (_revelling recklessly_). Small lemonade, waiter. _Picard_ (_with abandoned gaiety_). A dry biscuit and a glass of milk. _Jacquot_ (_letting himself go_). Dash, bother, hang, bust! _Picard_ (_to_ Merlin). Why don't you revel? _Merlin_ (_giving Suzanne a nudge_). What-ho! [_Relapses into silence again._ _Picard_ (_gaily_). A song! a song! _Charlier_ (_in an agonised whisper_). You fool, none of us can sing! _Picard._ What about the girl who sang the recruiting song before the play began? Isn't she behind the scenes still? (_Cracking his biscuit._) Well, let's have a dance anyway. We must make the thing _go._ Waiter, _another_ glass of milk. _Enter Judge Hallers in scowl and muffler._ _Charlier_ (_enthusiastically_). Ha! The Baron! _Hallers._ I mean business to-night, boys. Look at this! (_He produces a dagger and a pistol._) _Charlier._ What a man! [_He throws away his pea-shooter in disgust._ Jacquot, _who has just begun to strop a fish-knife, realizes that he has been outdone in devilry, and gives it back to the waiter. Picard replaces his knotted handkerchief._ _Hallers._ Yes, boys, I've got a crib for you to crack to-night. It's Judge Hallers' house. (_A loud bumping noise is heard from the direction of the counter._) What's that? _It is_ Inspector Heidegg. (_Raising his head incautiously, in order to catch his first sight of the notorious Baron, he has struck the top of his skull against the counter and is now lying stunned._) _All._ A spy! _Hallers._ Bring him out ... Ha! Who is he? Is that his own beard or Clarkson's? _Charlier._ It's a police inspector in a false beard! _Mr. BOURCHIER_ (_contemptuously_). A real artist would have _grown_ a beard. (_Producing his knife._) He must die. (_There is a loud noise without._) _Noise without._ Open! Bang-bang. Open! Bow-wow, bow-wow. [_It is the police and the two dachshunds._ _Hallers._ Quick! The trap-door! [_They escape as the dachshunds enter._ LAST ACT.