"Where is my servant ?" roar I.
"Who dares to rob me in open day?
Look at the villain whom I find in the act of breaking my chest open! Send for the police, send for his Excellency the Austrian Minister! all Europe shall know of this insult!" '"Dear Heaven!" says the landlord, "we saw you go away three hours ago!" '"ME!" says I; "why, man, I have been in bed all the morning.

I am ill--I have taken physic--I have not left the house this morning! Where is that scoundrel Ambrose?
But, stop! where are my clothes and wig ?" for I was standing before them in my chamber-gown and stockings, with my nightcap on.
'"I have it--I have it!" says a little chambermaid: "Ambrose is off in your honour's dress." '"And my money--my money!" says I; "where is my purse with forty-eight Frederics in it?
But we have one of the villains left.

Officers, seize him!" '"It's the young Herr von Potzdorff!" says the landlord, more and more astonished.
'"What! a gentleman breaking open my trunk with hammer and chisel--impossible!" 'Herr von Potzdorff was returning to life by this time, with a swelling on his skull as big as a saucepan; and the officers carried him off, and the judge who was sent for dressed a proces verbal of the matter, and I demanded a copy of it, which I sent forthwith to my ambassador.
'I was kept a prisoner to my room the next day, and a judge, a general, and a host of lawyers, officers, and officials, were set upon me to bully, perplex, threaten, and cajole me.

I said it was true you had told me that you had been kidnapped into the service, that I thought you were released from it, and that I had you with the best recommendations.

I appealed to my Minister, who was bound to come to my aid; and, to make a long story short, poor Potzdorff is now on his way to Spandau; and his uncle, the elder Potzdorff, has brought me five hundred louis, with a humble request that I would leave Berlin forthwith, and hush up this painful matter.
'I shall be with you at the "Three Crowns" the day after you receive this.