g's mouth.

"Oho!--the thalers are here too!"

At these words the gypsy woman took up her basket and began to run away.
When they seized her, she scratched and bit, and tried her best to
escape, till finally they bound her hands behind her.

Kolya was beside himself with astonishment.

There was quite a heap of silver money sewn into that pig. Loads of
silver.

Mistress Boris herself did not understand it.

This must be reported to the magistrate.

Kolya, accompanied by a large crowd, conducted Marcsa to the
magistrate's house, where the clerks, pending that official's arrival,
took the accused in charge, and shut her up in a dark cell, which had
only one narrow window looking out on the henyard.

When the magistrate returned towards midnight, only the vacant cell was
there without the gypsy woman. She had been able to creep out through
the narrow opening, and had gone off.

The magistrate, when he saw the "_corpus delicti_," was himself of the
opinion that the pig was in reality Mistress Boris's property, while the
money that had been hidden in its inside must have come also from
Sarvoelgyi's house. There might be some great robbery in progress yonder.
He immediately gave orders for three mounted constables to start off for
Lankadomb; he ordered a carriage for himself, and a few minutes after
the departure of the constables, was on his way in their tracks with his
solicitor and servant.

* * * * *

The spider was already sitting in its web.

As night fell, Sarvoelgyi hastened the ladies off to bed, for they were
going to leave for Pest and so had to wake early.

When all was quiet in the house, he himself went round the yard and
locked the doors: then he closed the door of each room separately.

Finally he piled his arms on his table--two guns, two pistols, and a
hunting-knife.

He was loath to believe the old gossip. Suppose Kandur should, in the
course of his feast of blood be whetted for more slaughter, and wish to
slice up betrayer after betrayed?

In the presence of twelve robbers, he could not even trust an ally.

The night watchman had already called "Eleven."

Sarvoelgyi was sitting beside his window.

The windows were protected on the street side by iron shutters, with a
round slit in the middle, through which one could look out into the
street.

Sarvoelgyi opened the casements in order to hear better, and awaited the
events to which the night should giv