Doctor.

So much the better! While these hypocritical English are praying in their churches and singing their Christmas carols in the streets the bolt will fall.

[Sound of bugles passing through the streets. Again the men listen.

Hoffmann.
The "All Clear!"

[There is a low murmur of derisive voices about the table.

Doctor.
Silence! [All quiet.] Comrades, we have tried Robert Temple for infamous crimes against our people, our country, and the peace of the world, found him guilty and worthy of death. [A low murmur of assent.] But one thing more remains still to be done—to select the person who is to execute our sentence.

Hoffmann.
Let us leave that to destiny.

Others.
Yes—let us draw lots.

Doctor.
Good! The man to whom the lot falls will be our right hand, and must be treated accordingly. If he succeeds we must shield and protect him. If he fails—no matter from what cause—his life must be forfeit to the rest. Is that agreed?