I have told you I did not mean to do it.
Here are the two hundred florins I promised you.

But now leave me alone.
Go abroad with the money and enjoy yourself and I will give you some more later on." "I most humbly thank you," lisped the buffeted wretch with a conciliatory voice and he kissed Mr.John's two hundred florined hand repeatedly, while the other did all in his power to hustle him out of the door; and so engrossed was he in the effort that he never observed that some one had been observing the scene the whole time.

He therefore regularly collapsed when a voice which he instantly recognized, addressed him: "Good morning, sir!" The Lernean Hydra was not more petrified at the sight of the head of Medusa than was Mr.John by the sight of the person who had just addressed him.

It was the magistrate, Mr.Monori.
At first he feared he had come after him for his diurnal eighty florins, but something very much worse than that was in store for him.
"Pardon me," said the magistrate drawing nearer, "but by order of the High Court, I am here to arrest Margari, and ascertaining that you had taken him away with you, I was obliged to follow to prevent him from escaping altogether." Two stout _pandurs_[42] behind the magistrate gave additional emphasis to his words.
[Footnote 42: Hungarian police officers.] "Arrest me ?" cried Margari, "why me?
I am as honest as the day.

I am neither a murderer nor yet a robber.