I have no wish to suffer by it, and I must therefore beg you to go and fetch me your papers, to see if they are in rule.

I ought to have made you show them, when you arrived here in the evening." "They are upstairs in my knapsack; you shall have them," answered the soldier--and turning away his head, and putting his hand before his eyes, as he passed the dead body of Jovial, he went out to rejoin the sisters.
The Prophet followed him with a glance of triumph, and said to himself: "There he goes!--without horse, without money, without papers.

I could not do more--for I was forbidden to do more--I was to act with as much cunning as possible and preserve appearances.

Now every one will think this soldier in the wrong.

I can at least answer for it, that he will not continue his journey for some days--since such great interests appear to depend on his arrest, and that of the young girls." A quarter of an hour after this reflection of the brute-tamer, Karl, Goliath's comrade, left the hiding-place where his master had concealed him during the evening, and set out for Leipsic, with a letter which Morok had written in haste, and which Karl, on his arrival, was to put immediately into the post.
The address of this letter was as follows: "A Monsieur Rodin, Rue du Milieu-des-Ursins, No, 11, A Paris, France.".