"But first show me your pretty crowns and the paper which will give me immunity from the police.

I know something about you.

You never break your word.

That is why I came.

Your crowns, as you offered, and immunity; then I speak." "Man, I can give you the crowns, but God knows I have no longer the power to give you immunity." "So ?" The Gipsy shouldered his bundle.
"For God's sake, wait!" begged the clock-mender.
But the Gipsy walked out, unheeding..