[Schwartzenhopfel crawls to his feet shamefacedly.
THE DEVIL (fixes him with his eye)
I might have known that a man who makes bombs to blow up—for all he knows—women and children, would be just your kind of a coward! Oh, you human beings! You make me ill! (He takes a check-book from the pocket of Schwartzenhopfel’s coat) What did you think I gave you this body for, you fool? To kill it? I need it too much. Where did you read that about the two million check?
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL
In a London paper.
THE DEVIL
Then there’s a chance, it’s true. If you’d said a New York one—Write!—(Hands the check-book to Schwartzenhopfel)
[Schwartzenhopfel looks inquiringly at him.
THE DEVIL
Pay to Addington Agnus—two million—