Hallers. Dual personality—nonsense! (A spasm seizes him. He scowls at the audience, ties a muffler round his neck and loses his identity.) Gr-r-r-r! Waugh-waugh! Gr-r-r-r-r! Przemysl!
[Exit growling.
Act II.
Scene: "The Lame Duck" café, a horrible haunt of depravity.
Poulard (the Proprietor, to long-bearded customer). Yes, Sir?
L.-B. Customer. H'sh! (Removes portion of beard.) I am Inspector Heidegg!
Poulard. Fried egg?
Inspector (annoyed). Heidegg. (Replaces beard.) A gang of desperate desperados, headed by the ruffianly ruffian whom they call The Baron, will be here to-night. I shall be hiding under the counter. Ten men and two dachshunds surround the house. If you betray me your licence will not be worth a moment's purchase.
[He dives under the counter. Poulard, rather upset, goes out and kicks the waiter.
Enter the gang of desperados, male and female. A scene of horrible debauchery ensues.