Better trick for me than for you! Ha! Ha! (_Turns Agnus around, disconsolately_) I don’t look a bit better from the back! (_Solemnly_) I’d hate to see myself undressed. THE DEVIL The best part of _you_ is talking right now. AGNUS (_almost howling_) Mr. Magnus—what have you done with Mr. Magnus? [_The light comes flying back through window. The Devil points to it. Schwartzenhopfel points also and begins following the light about as before. The light is about to fly off again in dignity, but pauses at the window._ THE DEVIL Here! Leave him alone! (_To Schwartzenhopfel_) You didn’t like it when I did it to _you_— SCHWARTZENHOPFEL That’s why I’m doing it to him. He’s a tyrant, a bloodsucker, a vampire, a murderer of poor men’s souls. He ought to be hung, drawn, quartered, and dynamited. He is— THE DEVIL You had better keep those sentiments to yourself. Have you forgotten who you are? With all his sins to answer for? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_ceases suddenly to rail and takes a cigarette which he lights_) I did miss tobacco— THE DEVIL How could you miss tobacco without a body? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL It soothes the soul. A fine trick you played me. THE DEVIL And a fine trick you played me. Leaving bombs sewn up in your mattress. SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_grinning_) How the police would like to know where they are. They searched the room today. THE DEVIL I shook you just in time— AGNUS (_turning pale_) What did you say? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL Searched my room—his room. (_Points to The Devil_) Your room now. Lucky I’m in disguise! (_Taps body_) AGNUS (_pale and trembling_) Did they—er—find anything? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_Scornfully_) Policemen find anything? AGNUS (_breathing hard_) Thank God! SCHWARTZENHOPFEL At least not before I flew away. AGNUS You left the police there—in your room? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL No, in your room—smoking and trying to think. If they think they can think, what do they think they can think with? AGNUS (_in trembling tone_) Where is your room? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL Your room? Why, over the shoemaker’s shop—next block? [_Agnus sits down unmanned._ SCHWARTZENHOPFEL New York detectives, too. Central-office “dicks.” None of your common country constables or sheriffs for me—I’m a celebrated man. AGNUS (_in a trembling tone_) You—you are? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL No, you are. From Maine to Pensacola; from ’Frisco to Vancouver. Nobody makes bombs like old Schwartzenhopfel. I hope they don’t find those seven. They took me three weeks and cost three hundred dollars. AGNUS I—I hope they don’t, too. I—I think I’ll go—now—g—go—to bed. (_He starts for the stairway_) I wonder if they’re still there—in your room? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL My dear sir—I am John Magnus. It ain’t _my_ room— THE DEVIL (_to Agnus_) You might ask Mr. Magnus to go over and find out for you? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL Me? Got a photo of it, haven’t you? THE DEVIL No—him! (_Points to the light_) [_The light contracts and moves to other side of room._