Two others vanished completely from sight and hearing the very day the edict was published, and never showed themselves afterward.
Benjamin Vajdar, black with guilt as he knew himself to be, chose the shrewder course of remaining in Vienna and calmly going about his business, with all the outward confidence of spotless innocence.
Suspicion is much like a watch-dog; it leaps upon the man who quails.
Prince Cagliari and the Marchioness Caldariva also remained quietly in the city, and even went so far as to forego their wonted sojourn at the seashore when summer came.

They seemed to have acquired a sudden extraordinary fondness for the Austrian capital.
But one day the expected happened to Benjamin Vajdar.

He was called to the police bureau.

The official who received him was an old friend of his who now gave signal proof of his friendliness.
"Benjamin Vajdar," said he, "you are ordered by the government to leave Vienna within twenty-four hours and go back to your native town, beyond which you are forbidden to stir." This mandate was a surprise to Vajdar, who had expected to be arrested and tried, and had made his preparations accordingly.

However, there was nothing to do but submit to the inevitable.