[The light flies out through the window.
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (throwing up window and calling after the light) Over the shoemaker’s shop—next block—third floor—you can’t miss it. (Puts down the window)
THE DEVIL (to Schwartzenhopfel)
Let’s spare his feelings while he’s gone. I wonder how big a check he can write.
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (excitedly)
I read he could sign one for two million dollars—ready money—a check for two millions—Ach Gott! That was why I wanted to blow him up.
THE DEVIL (coldly)
Well, you’ve got your chance now. A chance no anarchist ever had before. You anarchists always complain you can’t get close enough to millionaires. You’re close enough—
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (turning pale)
What do you mean?