By God, boys—the anarchist! (Draws revolver)
[The women scream. The two detectives draw their revolvers also.
PEATTIE
What? Him? The fellow you been looking for all day? (Still holding Agnus by the collar)
LIEUTENANT
That’s the bird!
[Peattie lets loose Agnus and draws ancient-looking Colt’s revolver, which he points at him. Agnus is now ringed around by four men with levelled weapons.
LIEUTENANT (taking out handcuffs)
Throw up your hands, Henry Schwartzenhopfel—
[Agnus throws up his hands.