THE DEVIL
Who ever heard of a professional crook being a murderer, for instance? Only ignorant amateurs—like Schwartzenhopfel here.—If he wasn’t ignorant, he wouldn’t murder.
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL
I don’t murder.
THE DEVIL
Tell that to the police. Every bomb you make is a potential murder. Why are they looking for you? Answer!
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (reluctantly)
Somebody used one of my bombs somewhere. I guess somebody else snitched. And they’re trying to get something on me!
AGNUS (to The Devil, bitterly)
And you say I ought to be the happiest man in the world—robbed of the girl I love—of my name, my reputation—in danger of arrest, jail, maybe the electric chair! Very happy! Oh, yes! Ha! Ha! Ha! Can’t you give me a broken arm or leg or head to make my happiness complete?