Gentleman. Yes. The people were bored—
Correspondent (writing). The proprietor of the café, desiring to increase his profits from the sale of alcoholic beverages, exploits the best human sentiments.—The people’s indignation—
Unknown Man (angrily). Boss, will you have me taken off at once or won’t you?
Hotel Keeper. What do you want up there? Aren’t you satisfied? Didn’t I have you taken off at night?
Unknown Man. Well, I should say so. You think I’d be hanging here nights, too!
Hotel Owner. Then you can stand it a few minutes longer. The people are bored—
Tall Tourist. Say, have you any idea of what you have done? Do you realize the enormity of it? You are scoundrels, who for your own sordid personal ends have impiously exploited the finest human sentiment, love of one’s neighbor. You have caused us to undergo fear and suffering. You have poisoned our hearts with pity. And now, what is the upshot of it all? The upshot is that this scamp, your vile accomplice, is bound to the rock and not only will he not fall as everybody expects, but he can’t.
Military Woman. What is the matter? He has got to fall.
Tourist. Policeman! Policeman!
(The pastor enters, out of breath.)