SCHWARTZENHOPFEL
No, you are. From Maine to Pensacola; from ’Frisco to Vancouver. Nobody makes bombs like old Schwartzenhopfel. I hope they don’t find those seven. They took me three weeks and cost three hundred dollars.
AGNUS
I—I hope they don’t, too. I—I think I’ll go—now—g—go—to bed. (He starts for the stairway) I wonder if they’re still there—in your room?
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL
My dear sir—I am John Magnus. It ain’t my room—
THE DEVIL (to Agnus)
You might ask Mr. Magnus to go over and find out for you?
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL
Me? Got a photo of it, haven’t you?