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.]
Pastor. What? Is he still living? Oh, there he is! What fakirs those Salvationists are.
Voices. Don't you know that he is bound?
Pastor. Bound! Bound to what? To life? Well, we are all bound to life until death snaps the cord. But whether he is bound or not bound, I reconciled him with heaven, and that's enough. But those fakirs—
Tourist. Policeman! Policeman, you must draw up an official report. There is no way out of it.
Military Woman [going for the hotel owner]. I will not allow myself to be fooled. I saw an aëronaut drop from the clouds and go crash upon a roof. I saw a tiger tear a woman to pieces—
Photographer. I spoiled three films photographing that scamp. You will have to answer for this, sir. I will hold you responsible.