MR. X. Of course I do, as I AM better than you. I am wiser, and I am less of a menace to prevailing property rights.
MR. Y. You think you are clever, but perhaps I am as clever as you. For the moment you have me checked, but in the next move I can mate you—all the same!
MR. X. [Looking hard at MR. Y.] So we have to have another bout!
What kind of mischief are you up to now?
MR. Y. That's my secret.
MR. X. Just look at me—oh, you mean to write my wife an anonymous letter giving away MY secret!
MR. Y. Well, how are you going to prevent it? You don't dare to have me arrested. So you'll have to let me go. And when I am gone, I can do what I please.
MR. X. You devil! So you have found my vulnerable spot! Do you want to make a real murderer out of me?
MR. Y. That's more than you'll ever become—coward!
MR. X. There you see how different people are. You have a feeling that I cannot become guilty of the same kind of acts as you. And that gives you the upper hand. But suppose you forced me to treat you as I treated that coachman?
[He lifts his hand as if ready to hit MR. Y.]