“Ah,” said Victor, “that is a good employment. The police need to be inspected, especially in Italy.”
“Everywhere!” added Beni.
“Then you could do other things,” continued Martha, encouragingly. “You could be motor men on trolley cars, or clerks in a department store. Some people even become aldermen to earn a living.”
The bandits shook their heads sadly.
“We are not fitted for such work,” said Victor. “Our business is to rob.”
Martha tried to think.
“It is rather hard to get positions in the gas office,” she said, “but you might become politicians.”
“No!” cried Beni, with sudden fierceness; “we must not abandon our high calling. Bandits we have always been, and bandits we must remain!”
“’Tis so!” agreed the fat man.
“Even in Chicago there must be people to rob,” remarked Victor, with cheerfulness.