Tourist [credulously]. The scoundrel.
Pastor [shouts]. In the first place, have you killed? Secondly, have you stolen? Thirdly, have you committed adultery?
Tourist. Mary, Jimmie, Katie, Aleck, Charlie, close your ears.
Correspondent [writing]. Tremendous excitement in the crowd.—Shouts of indignation.
Pastor [hurriedly]. Fourthly, have you blasphemed? Fifthly, have you coveted your neighbor's ass, his ox, his slave, his wife? Sixthly—
Photographer [alarmed]. Ladies and gentlemen, an ass!
Second Photographer. Where? I can't see it!
Photographer [calmed]. I thought I heard it.
Pastor. I congratulate you, my son! I congratulate you! You have made your peace with God. Now you may rest easy—Oh, God, what do I see? The Salvation Army! Policeman, chase them away!
[Enter a Salvation Army band, men and women in uniforms. There are only three instruments, a drum, a violin and a piercingly shrill trumpet.]