LIEUTENANT (_with a sudden change of face_) By God, boys—the anarchist! (_Draws revolver_) [_The women scream. The two detectives draw their revolvers also._ PEATTIE What? Him? The fellow you been looking for all day? (_Still holding Agnus by the collar_) LIEUTENANT That’s the bird! [_Peattie lets loose Agnus and draws ancient-looking Colt’s revolver, which he points at him. Agnus is now ringed around by four men with levelled weapons._ LIEUTENANT (_taking out handcuffs_) Throw up your hands, Henry Schwartzenhopfel— [_Agnus throws up his hands._ LIEUTENANT Fan him for artillery, Hennessy. [_The Second Detective is about to search Agnus._ THE DEVIL Stop! (_All stare at The Devil_) _He’s my friend._ PEATTIE But, Doc—he’s a dynamiter— THE DEVIL No matter, stop! LIEUTENANT Listen, Mister—Doctor—whoever you are—you can’t give orders to the Law— THE DEVIL Yes, I can; and the Law can give them to you. And it does; now! There’s the Law. (_Points to Schwartzenhopfel_) The man who makes you a policeman; who makes your Chief of Police; your Commissioner; who makes Mayors, Governors, Presidents! You’re in the presence of Money, you oxen! Take off your hats _to_ it—and take your orders _from_ it—_Mr. John Magnus_—The Law. SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_suddenly realizing his power_) And I order you to let Henry Schwartzenhopfel alone, now and all the time. Schwartzenhopfel (_with his hand on Agnus’s shoulder_) is _my_ friend, too. DETECTIVES (_moving away in awe_) _John_ Magnus! FANNY (_throwing her arms around The Devil, whose look of triumph changes to one of hopeless dismay_) My Hero! CURTAIN THE THIRD ACT _The same room as before, and immediately following the preceding situation—not even a few seconds later, for the Detectives and the Constable are just putting away their revolvers._ _Doll Blondin, her admiration for The Devil growing, looks triumphant as he irritably disengages Fanny’s embrace. Some hope is revived in Doll of being rid of her._ _Fanny’s look is grimly determined._ _Agnus, relieved from a terrible situation, looks for the first time gratefully at The Devil._ _Schwartzenhopfel, feeling his power as Magnus and enjoying it, has assumed an air of enormous importance—by the simple method of flattening his jowls on the collar and clearing his throat, thus deepening his voice._ _Judge Critty is divided between his desire to serve Magnus and his horror at open defiance of the Law—when he knows Magnus is aware that the Law could have been circumvented secretly. He has the air of saying, “Why didn’t you tell me, and I’d have arranged it.” Also his manner is extra-apologetic and anxious, for he has blundered, and he fears the loss of Magnus’s good offices._ _The three detectives are blankly dismayed at having crossed the path of one so powerful as Magnus. They are anxious to retreat, but realize that some concessions must be made to the conventions._