"Well, why else did you come, Boris?" said the old man very phlegmatically, without so much as taking his hand from behind his back.
"You want to quarrel with me again, I see; well, let"s be over with it quickly: take a stick and beat me, then let us talk sense."
At this Kolya took pity on his wife and helped her to drag the trunk in.
"I am no longer such a quarreller, Boris," he answered. "Ever since I became a man with a responsible position I have never annoyed anyone. I am a watchman."
"So much the better: if you are an official, I can at any rate tell you what trouble brought me here."
"So it was only trouble drove you here?"
"Certainly. They robbed and stole from me. They have taken away my yellow-flowered calico kerchief, a red "Home-sweet-Home" handkerchief, which I had intended for you, a silver-crossed string of beads, twelve dollars, ten gold pieces, twenty-two silver b.u.t.tons, four pairs of silver buckles, and a scolloped-eared, pi-bald, eight-week-old pig...."
"Whew!" exclaimed Kolya as he heard of so much loss. "This is a pretty business. Well, who stole them?"
"No one else than the cursed gypsy woman Marcsa, who lives here in this village."
"We shall call her to account as soon as she appears."
"Naturally. She went there while I was weeding in the garden; she prowled about and stole."
"Well I"ll soon have her by the ears, only let her come here."
Not a word of the whole story of the theft was true: but Mistress Boris reasoned as follows:
"You must come here first, gypsy woman, with that scolloped-eared pig: if they find it in your possession, they will put you in jail, and ask you what you did with the rest. Whether your innocence is proved or not, the pig-joint will in the meanwhile become uneatable, and won"t come into your stomachs. You may say you got it as a present,--no one will believe you, and the magistrate will not order such a gentleman as Sarvolgyi to come here and witness in your favor."
Kolya allowed himself to be made a partic.i.p.ant in his wife"s anger, and went at once to inform the servants of the magistrate, who was sitting in the village.
Towards evening Kolya, in ambush at the end of the village, spied the gypsy woman as she came sauntering by Lankadomb, carrying on her arm a large basket as if it were some great weight.
Kolya said nothing to her, he merely let her pa.s.s before him, and followed her on the other side of the street, until she reached the middle of the market-place, where many loiterers sauntered and listened to the tales of his wife.
"Halt, Marcsa!" cried Kolya, standing in the gypsy woman"s way.
"What do you want?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders.
"What have you in your basket?"
"What should I have? A pig which you shall not taste, is in it."
"Of course. Has not the pig scolloped ears?"
"Suppose it has?"
"You speak lightly. Let me look at the pig."
"Well look--then go blind. Have you never seen such an animal? Have a look at it."
The gypsy woman uncovered the basket, in which lay the unhappy victim, reposing on its stomach, its scolloped ears still standing up straight.
A crowd began to collect round the disputants.
Mistress Boris burst in among them.
"There it is! That was my pig!"
"As much as the shadow of the Turkish Sultan"s horse was yours. Off with you: don"t look at it so hard, else you will be bewitched by it and your child will be like it."
The loiterers began to laugh at that; they were always ready to laugh at any rough jest.
The laughter enraged Kolya: he seized the much-discussed pig"s hind legs and before the gypsy woman could prevent him, had torn it out of the basket.
But the pig was heavier than such animals are wont to be at that age, so that Kolya b.u.mped the n.o.ble creature"s nose against the ground.
As he did so a dollar rolled out of the pig"s mouth.
"Oho!--the thalers are here too!"
At these words the gypsy woman took up her basket and began to run away.
When they seized her, she scratched and bit, and tried her best to escape, till finally they bound her hands behind her.
Kolya was beside himself with astonishment.
There was quite a heap of silver money sewn into that pig. Loads of silver.
Mistress Boris herself did not understand it.
This must be reported to the magistrate.
Kolya, accompanied by a large crowd, conducted Marcsa to the magistrate"s house, where the clerks, pending that official"s arrival, took the accused in charge, and shut her up in a dark cell, which had only one narrow window looking out on the henyard.
When the magistrate returned towards midnight, only the vacant cell was there without the gypsy woman. She had been able to creep out through the narrow opening, and had gone off.
The magistrate, when he saw the "_corpus delicti_," was himself of the opinion that the pig was in reality Mistress Boris"s property, while the money that had been hidden in its inside must have come also from Sarvolgyi"s house. There might be some great robbery in progress yonder.
He immediately gave orders for three mounted constables to start off for Lankadomb; he ordered a carriage for himself, and a few minutes after the departure of the constables, was on his way in their tracks with his solicitor and servant.
The spider was already sitting in its web.
As night fell, Sarvolgyi hastened the ladies off to bed, for they were going to leave for Pest and so had to wake early.
When all was quiet in the house, he himself went round the yard and locked the doors: then he closed the door of each room separately.
Finally he piled his arms on his table--two guns, two pistols, and a hunting-knife.
He was loath to believe the old gossip. Suppose Kandur should, in the course of his feast of blood be whetted for more slaughter, and wish to slice up betrayer after betrayed?