LIEUTENANT (sarcastically, pointing to Agnus)
We’ll take this fellow if it’ll please you better—
SCHWARTZENHOPFEL (thoroughly enjoying himself)
Keep your tongue quiet, policeman!—Here! (Takes out a handful of bills and gives them to Judge) Give ’em these. (He looks for approval toward The Devil, who nods) Now get out: the lot of you!
LIEUTENANT (hurt)
That’s no kind of language to use to men doing their best to favor you, Mr. Magnus. And, as for the money, that’s an insult—
THE DEVIL
I suppose you want it sent mysteriously? From an unknown benefactor who loves your fat housewife and your ugly babies. Well—you’ll—take—it—this way—(He has snatched the bills from the Judge while talking and separated them into three parts; now he forces one on the Lieutenant)
[The Lieutenant pretends to push them away.
THE DEVIL (finishing)—or—not at all—(He looks at Schwartzenhopfel to back him up)