Fighting for their children and their homes, they were—for the right to have more than cattle or pigs—more than a place to sleep—and enough food to keep them working. Food! Ha! Like gasoline put into a motor-car— TROMPER I was fighting to save you money— SCHWARTZENHOPFEL Against the men you used to work with, side by side, your own blood-brothers— TROMPER No brothers of mine, those sweating, smelly ignorant dogs! I might have been born one. That wasn’t _my_ fault. But I didn’t stay one. SCHWARTZENHOPFEL No, and I’ll bet I know why. Because you spied on them, carried tales, for little foreman jobs, and sweated more work out of them. TROMPER (_bitterly_) Always saving you money— MRS. FELIX (_to Schwartzenhopfel_) You see, John: all crime, bloodshed, murder finally comes back to yourself. He said it: “_Always saving you money_.” SCHWARTZENHOPFEL I’m going to change all that. Consequently I don’t need his sort any more. MRS. FELIX (_delightedly_) You are? (_Suspiciously_) But so suddenly—what’s changed you? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_points toward the laboratory_) The—(_corrects himself_) D—Doctor. (_Enthusiastically_) The trouble about us human beings is that we don’t know nothing about nothing— MRS. FELIX Can’t you be moral and retain your grammar? SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_disregarding her, enthusiastically_) Then he comes along (_pointing toward laboratory_) and shows us that millionaires on one hand—anarchists on the other—are one part right, ninety-nine parts wrong— FANNY (_bursts into wild tears again_) And I’ve lost him! I’ve lost him! [_Mrs. Felix comforts her._ SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_to Tromper_) How much have you saved? Not for me—for yourself? TROMPER (_haughtily_) I don’t save; I invest. SCHWARTZENHOPFEL Worth half a million, aren’t you? Not above grafting some of that sweat-and-blood money you saved for me, are you? TROMPER I defy you to prove it. I defy anybody. I’ve been strictly honest. SCHWARTZENHOPFEL No matter, Tromper, no matter—you ’re fired! I never want to see your face again. TROMPER You’ll regret this the longest day you live, you— SCHWARTZENHOPFEL Be careful. I still own the judges and the politicians. Don’t try to stand in my way, or I’ll job you into jail. Get out! TROMPER (_suddenly whining_) How am I to get back to New York? MRS. FELIX (_touching Schwartzenhopfel’s shoulder_) Don’t be little, John— SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_repressing himself_) The automobile will take you back. Wait for it at the Inn. TROMPER (_thinking he is relenting_) One word, sir— SCHWARTZENHOPFEL Not one. (_Points to the door_) [_Tromper goes out abjectedly._ SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (_turning suddenly to valet_) What do I pay you? VALET (_alarmed on behalf of his own position_) Only a hundred a month, sir. SCHWARTZENHOPFEL And what you can steal, eh? VALET (_earnestly_) Mr. Magnus, sir. SCHWARTZENHOPFEL