Allow me. Calm yourselves. The man has done wrong, there’s no doubt of
that; but we must not blame him: he is probably unaccountable for his
actions. (_Going up to SAINT ANTHONY._) Just let me examine your eyes,
my friend. That’s it: I knew it! I would not interfere while everybody
was thanking him, much too cordially, for the miraculous resurrection
which he had wrought. I did not wish to appear to meddle with what does
not concern me. I knew what was what; and you see, as I do, that she was
not dead at all. There is nothing supernatural or mysterious about all
this. It simply means that the fellow possesses rather unusual hypnotic
powers; and he has abused them, in order to indulge in a hoax which may
be self-interested and which, in any case, is out of place. He came at
the right moment, that is all; and it is highly probable that, had he not
been here, you and I would have worked the miracle, if miracle there be.
GUSTAVE
Well, what are we to do?
THE DOCTOR
Why, prevent him from doing further mischief by having him locked up! The
man’s dangerous!
GUSTAVE
You’re right; we must put a stop to this; besides, I’ve had enough of
it.... Joseph!
JOSEPH
Sir?
GUSTAVE
Run to the police-station at the corner; fetch two policemen; tell them
to bring a pair of handcuffs with them. He’s a dangerous fellow and
capable of everything, as he has shown us only too plainly.
JOSEPH
Very well, sir. (_He runs out._)
SAINT ANTHONY
I beg leave to withdraw.
GUSTAVE
That’s right, old chap, play the innocent. It’s time you did. Yes, you
can withdraw; and with a first-class escort. You just wait and see.
(_Enter JOSEPH, followed by a SERGEANT OF POLICE and a
POLICEMAN._)
THE SERGEANT
(_Pointing to SAINT ANTHONY._) Is this the criminal?
GUSTAVE
That’s the man.
THE SERGEANT
(_Touching SAINT ANTHONY on the shoulder._) Where are your papers?
SAINT ANTHONY
What papers?
POLICEMAN
You haven’t any? I knew it. What’s your name?
SAINT ANTHONY
Saint Anthony.
THE SERGEANT
Saint what? Saint Anthony? That’s no name for a Christian. I want the
other, your real name.
SAINT ANTHONY
(_Very gently._) I have no other.
THE SERGEANT
Keep a civil tongue in your head, will you? Where did you steal that
dressing-gown?
SAINT ANTHONY
I didn’t steal it. It’s mine.
THE SERGEANT
Then it’s I who am lying? Is that what you mean? Say it; don’t mind me!
SAINT ANTHONY
I don’t know. I think.... Perhaps you are mistaken.
THE SERGEANT
I’m making a note of your impertinent observations.... Where do you hail
from?
SAINT ANTHONY
From Padua.
THE SERGEANT
Padua? Where’s that? What department?
GUSTAVE
It’s in Italy.
THE SERGEANT
I know, I know. I wanted to make him say it. So you’re an Italian. I
thought as much. Where did you last come from?
SAINT ANTHONY
From Paradise.
THE SERGEANT
What Paradise? Where is that land of malefactors?
SAINT ANTHONY
It is the place to which the souls of those who have died in the Lord
ascend after their death.
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