The Devil and the Innkeeper
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Once upon a time the devil stayed at an inn, where no one knew
him, for they were people whose education had been
neglected. He was bent on mischief, and for a time kept
everybody by the ears. But at last the innkeeper set a
watch upon the devil and took him in the fact.
The innkeeper got a rope’s end.
“Now I am going to thrash you,” said the
“You have no right to be angry with me,” said the
devil. “I am only the devil, and it is my nature to
“Is that so?” asked the innkeeper.
“Fact, I assure you,” said the devil.
“You really cannot help doing ill?” asked the
“Not in the smallest,” said the devil; “it
would be useless cruelty to thrash a thing like me.”
“It would indeed,” said the innkeeper.
And he made a noose and hanged the devil.
“There!” said the innkeeper.