Finally, observing Anton's interest, he remarked, "If you wish for his property, I will buy it for you." "Thanks," was the cold reply.

"You have just told me he was not disposed to sell." "When a man is not disposed to sell, he must be forced to do so." "You are the very person to force him, I suppose," replied Anton, thoroughly out of patience.
"Whether I am or not, does not signify; there is a receipt for making any man sell." "What! can they be bewitched, or given some magic potion ?" asked Anton, contemptuously.
"A hundred thousand dollars is a potion that can work wonders; but a poor man must get hold of a secret to accomplish his ends.

Now, I am on my way to town to get at the knowledge of this secret.

It is all contained in certain papers, and I will search for those papers till I find them." Anton looked askance at his companion as at a lunatic, and at length replied, "Poor Veitel, you never will find them." However, Itzig went on to say confidentially, "Never repeat what I tell you.

Those papers have been in our town; and a certain person, who is become a very great man now, got them from an old dying beggar-man, who gave them to him one night that he watched by his bedside." "And do you know this man ?" inquired Anton, in a tone of curiosity.
"Never mind whether I know him or not," answered the other, slyly.