Harold stared at the stage. "What I can't understand," he said, "is why Faust was offered a contract with a loophole in it in the first place. It's all very well for him to get everything he asks for, but to wriggle out of it in the third act is reprehensible."
"Did you ever wonder how I got from a low-born demon to the exalted position of chaperone to the son of His Most High Foulness?"
"You mean Dad? No. How?"
"I had the ear of Marlowe," said Jasfoup. "Do you know how many people have signed contracts with us thinking they can find the loophole before they die?" He polished his nails on his lapel.
"No! Really? This was a all a plan?" Harold sat back. "I'm impressed."
Jasfoup smiled. "The fake Mephistopheles moustache tickled like a dancing girl's whiskers."
Image: Faustus and the Censor: The English Faust Book and Marlowe's