Busman. Yes, I do. If not in a friendly way, then—either we sell it or they’ll find it. Just as you like.
Domin. Busman, we can destroy Rossum’s manuscript.
Busman. Then we destroy everything—not only the manuscript but ourselves. Just as you think fit.
Domin. There are over thirty of us on this island. Are we to sell the secret? And save that many souls at the risk of enslaving mankind—
Busman. Why, you’re mad. Who’d sell the whole manuscript?
Domin. Busman, no cheating! (To L.C. table.)
Busman. Well then, sell, but afterwards—
Domin. Well?
Busman. Let’s suppose this happens. When we’re on board the Ultimus I’ll stop up my ears with cotton wool, lie down somewhere in the hold, and you’ll train the guns on the factory and blow it to smithereens, and with it Rossum’s secret.