A real artist would have grown a beard. (Producing his knife.) He must die.
(There is a loud noise without.)
Noise without. Open! Bang-bang. Open! Bow-wow, bow-wow.
[It is the police and the two dachshunds.
Hallers. Quick! The trap-door!
[They escape as the dachshunds enter.
Last Act.
Scene: Next morning at Judge Hallers.
Dr. Ferrier. Good morning, Judge. I've come with that other thermometer. I have ventured to tie a piece of string to it, so that in case the—er—temperature goes down again—— But what's happened here? You seem all upset.
Hallers. Burglary. I dropped asleep at my desk here last night, and when I wake up I find that a criminal called The Baron and two accomplices have burgled my house. The Baron escaped, but Heidegg caught the others.