a chair, and struck the mirror with it.
The glass soon rattled down in a hundred pieces, but he went on
belaboring the frame and screaming like a madman. "It hung in my house;
the rogue has stolen my mirror--he has stolen my prosperity." He poured
forth hideous imprecations against the supposed thief.

At that moment Veitel rushed in, having heard the noise from the
ante-room, and guessing its cause. As soon as the lawyer saw him, he ran
at him with the raised chair, crying out, "You have brought me to want,
and you shall pay for it," aimed a blow at Itzig's head. But the latter
pushed the chair away, and seized hold of the old man with all his
strength. Hippus struggled and cursed in vain.

Veitel forced him down into a corner of the sofa, and whispered, as he
held him down, "If you do not keep quiet, old man, it's all over with
you."

When the drunkard saw in Itzig's eyes, which were fixed upon his, that
he had the worst to apprehend from his anger, the paroxysm left him, he
sank down powerless, and muttered in a low voice, while shuddering all
over, "He will kill me."

"Not if you are quiet, you drunken fool; what devil drove you to destroy
my room?"

"He will kill me," mumbled the old man, "because I have found my
mirror."

"You are mad," cried Veitel, shaking him. "Collect your senses; you
can't stay here. You must come away; I have a hiding-place for you."

"I won't go with you," wailed Hippus; "you want to kill me."

Veitel uttered a horrible curse, took up the old man's shabby hat,
forced it on, and, seizing him by the neck, cried, "You must come, or
you are lost. The police will look for you here--and find you too, if
you lose any more time. Come, or you'll oblige me to do you a mischief."

The old man's strength was broken; he wavered. Veitel took him by the
arm, and drew him unresistingly away. He took him down the steps,
anxiously looking round for fear of meeting any one.

In the cold night air the lawyer's senses partially returned, and Veitel
enjoined him to be silent, and to follow him, and he would get him off.

"He will get me off," mechanically repeated Hippus, running along at his
side. As they neared Pinkus's house, Veitel proceeded more cautiously.
Leading his companion through the dark ground floor, and whispering,
"Take my hand, and come quietly up stairs with me," they reached the
large public room, which was still empty. Much relieved, Veitel said,
"There is a hiding-place in the