He seized upon the postscript, crying:-- 'It is good advice.

Why not, indeed?
Let us approach the judge.' Therewith he coiled the tube of his narghileh carefully around the bowl thereof, and, rising with the same deliberation, threw upon his shoulders a white dust-cloak, then looked at me, and questioned: 'Are you ready ?' 'But I do not know the judge.' 'No more do I.But that, my dear, is a disease which can be remedied.' Without much trouble we found out the judge's house.

A servant told us that his Honour had already started for the court.

We took a carriage and pursued his Honour.

At the court we made inquiry of the crowd of witnesses--false witnesses for hire--who thronged the entrance.