MAGNUS
My boy—Charles—consumptive—needed change of air to save his life—Denver—Los Angeles— the Riviera.—A bookkeeper gets twenty a week—(His head drops on breast again)
THE DEVIL
No chance there! Well?
MAGNUS (painfully dragging out the words in spite of intense sleepiness) Tried to save enough—no use—couldn’t.—So at last moment I falsified books—sent the boy away—(His head drops)
THE DEVIL (revives him)
Then?
MAGNUS
Speculated—to return first money—won—the fever got me. I took all I could get from the office safe—plunged—won—(Relapses: head drops)
THE DEVIL