Dear man! The controller of the money-market kept waiting by a mere Nobel prize-winner! Terrible insolence! Get out, Schwartzenhopfel!
[The light dances defiantly.
THE DEVIL (pointing to Agnus)
Oh, I mean—him! And don’t come sneaking down the stairway again, or I’ll do some awful thing to disgrace you forever. Get out! See that the young lady gets her trunks. (Pushes him off upstairs) No peeping, mind!
[Agnus goes disconsolately, looking back as he goes.
THE DEVIL (to the light)
Schwartzenhopfel, do you know who’s in there? (Points to hallway)
[The light dances angrily.
THE DEVIL
The man you particularly wanted to blow up with one of your bombs.