“To-night?”
“Very well.”
“I shall come back after the changing of the shift.”
“Do so, Joh Fredersen. And if you take some good advice....”
“Well?”
“Come in the uniform of your workmen, when you come back!”
Joh Fredersen raised his head but the great inventor did not let him speak. He raised his hand as one calling for and admonishing to silence.
“The skull of the man in the red shoes also enclosed a powerful brain, Joh Fredersen, but nevertheless, he could not find his way homewards from those who dwell down there....”
Joh Fredersen reflected. He nodded and turned to go.
“Be courteous, my beautiful Parody,” said Rotwang. “Open the doors for the Master over the great Metropolis.”