his search for liquor. He suddenly pulls out his
lieutenant's coat and holds it up.

The Lieutenant--There's that God damn thing--never wanted to see it
again--wound stripes on right sleeve, too--hurrah for brave soldier--arm
shot off to--to make world safe for democracy--blaa--the god damn
hypocrites--democracy hell--arm shot off because I wasn't clever enough
to stay out of it--ought to have had sense enough to join the--the
ordinance department or--or the Y.M.C.A.

He feels aimlessly through the pockets of the coat. Suddenly, from the
inside breast pocket he draws out something--a photograph--

The Lieutenant--Ellen! Oh God!

He gazes at the picture for a long time.

The Lieutenant--Yes, Ellen, I should have joined the Y.M.C.A. shouldn't
I?--where they don't get their arms shot off--couldn't marry a man with
one arm, could you?--of course not--think of looking at an empty
sleeve year after year--children might be born with only one arm,
too--children--oh God damn you, Ellen, you and your Y.M.C.A. husband!

He tears the picture in two and hurls it into the trunk. Then he
sinks onto the bed, sobbing drunkenly. After a few minutes, he walks
over to the trunk and picks up one half of the torn picture. He turns it
over in his hand and reads the writing on the back.

The Lieutenant (Reading)--"I'm waiting for you, dear--when you have done
your bit 'for the freedom of the world'."

He smiles, wearily, and reaches down to pick up the other half of the
picture. His eye is caught by something shiny; it is his army revolver.
He slowly picks it up and looks at it for a long time.

The Lieutenant--For the freedom of the world--

He quickly opens his top bureau drawer and takes out a box of
cartridges. One of these he inserts in a chamber of his revolver.

The Lieutenant--For the FREEDOM--

He laughs.

As the curtain falls he presses the revolver against his temple and
fires.

SCENE 2

A bare room in a boarding house. To the left is a bed, to the
right a grand piano--the latter curiously out of keeping with the other
cheap furnishings. The room is in partial darkness.

The door slowly swings open; the Angel and the Professor's Son enter.

The Angel--And here you have the room of your friend the Pawnbroker's
Son--the musical genius--with a brilliant future.

They hide in a closet, leaving the door partly open.

Enter Jean, the Pawnbroker's Son. He has on a cutaway suit--a relic
of his first and last publ