Who ever heard of a professional crook being a murderer, for instance? Only ignorant amateurs—like Schwartzenhopfel here.—If he wasn’t ignorant, he wouldn’t murder. SCHWARTZENHOPFEL I don’t murder. THE DEVIL Tell that to the police. Every bomb you make is a potential murder. Why are they looking for you? Answer! SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_reluctantly_) Somebody used one of my bombs somewhere. I guess somebody else snitched. And they’re trying to get something on me! AGNUS (_to The Devil, bitterly_) And you say I ought to be the happiest man in the world—robbed of the girl I love—of my name, my reputation—in danger of arrest, jail, maybe the electric chair! Very happy! Oh, yes! Ha! Ha! Ha! Can’t you give me a broken arm or leg or head to make my happiness complete? THE DEVIL But think of the triumph of science. (_Waves the check_) What’s one person’s feelings compared with the good of the world— AGNUS Nothing—except when you happen to be that person. (_Feverishly_) What shall I do about the police? THE DEVIL (_points to Schwartzenhopfel_) I’ll shift his soul over to his own body and make him pay the penalty of his own crimes— [_Schwartzenhopfel makes a dash for the door, opens it, and runs wildly out into the snow._ THE DEVIL (_at the door_) Come back! Come back! SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_outside_) So you can switch souls on me! Not much— THE DEVIL (_to Agnus, groaning_) A mad anarchist let loose with a billion dollars! (_Shouting_) Come back! I won’t do it! SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_outside_) My mother always taught me never to put any trust in The Devil. THE DEVIL (_at the door_) If you don’t come back, I’ll run the paper-cutter through your real body and rid the earth of you. (_He makes a threatening pass at Agnus with the knife_) SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_outside_) What do I care? I’ve got a better one, and all the money I want. You won’t be able to get near me. And if you try, I’ll have you put in jail as an anarchist. I’m John Magnus, now. (_His voice comes from farther away_) And Dr. Agnus is the man the police want. THE DEVIL (_sternly_) Come back! Or I’ll find a way to make you! Come back! SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_still outside but slightly afraid_) Promise then! No devil’s tricks! Keep your eyes to yourself. THE DEVIL I promise! (_To Agnus_) I need him! He can repudiate that check. SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_still outside_) How can I believe you! THE DEVIL (_in awful tones_) You worm! Doubt me, do you? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_whining_) All right, Captain: all right! (_He sneaks back, holding up one arm defensively_) THE DEVIL (_closing door_) You disobey me again and I’ll make you wish wildcats had stolen you from your mother’s knee. SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_whining_) Well, who wants to go to jail? [_The light reappears through the window._ AGNUS (_feverishly_) There’s Mr. Magnus back. (_Addressing the light_) Mr. Magnus—sir—what—what—is it all right? [_The light bobs once solemnly._ AGNUS (_relieved_) It’s all right. THE DEVIL