DOCTOR
Ha! As many as he can! But the ones he DOESN’T find! Are they chloroformed? And what about the animals that die in traps? And the birds that are snared? (He points at the Inspector.) How about that fox? That pheasant?
INSPECTOR
You’re insulting!
DOCTOR
Madam, you’re a fine Inspector! Here you stand, admitting that your husband kills for pleasure! And you’re tricked out in the skin and the feathers of dumb creatures. Look at that poor head! Those little paws! And yet you spy on a man who causes suffering only to save human life!
(The Boy coughs, and leans heavily against his mother.)
INSPECTOR
Save human life! With your nasty serums, you mean? Oh, what nonsense!
DOCTOR