As for herself, she did not mean to trouble her head about them any more.
Abellino bit his lips till the blood came, he was so angry.

Could these Philistines smell a rat, then?
"What sort of an artisan is this Boltay ?" he inquired of Dame Kramm.
"A carpenter," was the reply.
"A carpenter!" and in a moment Abellino had a new plan already in his head.
"Well, God be with you, madam!" said he; and, having no further use of her, he hurried out of the building, with Alexander at his heels.

So at last, then, he had found the tempter in church.
Abellino marched rapidly to the corner of the street, with Alexander after him all the way.

There he got into a carriage which was awaiting him.

Alexander threw himself into a hackney-coach and trundled after him.