d 'manikin' in his
talk, although it is a still worse appellation for a bailiff. He is
going to be a wheelwright, and has been cutting out spokes all day. I am
only afraid he will work too hard. I rejoice to have him here, and if he
once gets over the winter, he will soon walk off the weakness in his
feet. He means to sell the little house, but only to a porter. He begs
that you will offer it to Wilhelm, who now rents one, and say that he
shall have it cheaper than a stranger."

CHAPTER XLIII.

A week after the death of Hippus, Anton was sitting in his own room,
writing to Fink. He was telling him that the lawyer's corpse had been
taken out of the river at the wear at the end of the town, and that the
cause of his death was uncertain. A child belonging to the house in
which the wretched man lived had told that, on the evening of the search
made by the police, Hippus had been met in the street, near his own
dwelling; since then, nothing had been seen of him. Under these
circumstances, suicide did not appear unlikely. However, the police were
of opinion that the crushed hat afforded evidence of violence. No papers
had been found at his dwelling, and a second search had been made there
without results. Anton gave it as his own opinion respecting the fearful
event that Itzig was in some way connected with it.

At that moment the door was opened, the Galician hastily entered the
room, and, without speaking a word, laid an old pair of spectacles, set
in rusty steel, on the table before Anton, who, looking at the agitated
face before him, sprang from his seat.

"His spectacles," hoarsely whispered Tinkeles; "I found them close to
the water. Just God! that any one should have such a fright as that!"

"Whose spectacles are they, and where did you find them?" inquired
Anton, guessing at what the Galician lacked strength to tell, and
looking with horror at the dim glasses before him. "Compose yourself,
Tinkeles, and speak."

"It can not remain concealed--it cries to Heaven!" said Tinkeles, in
great excitement. "You shall hear how it came to pass. Two days after I
had spoken with you about the two hundred dollars, I went in the evening
to the sleeping-room at Loebel Pinkus's. As I entered the court a man ran
against me in the dark. I thought, is that Itzig, or is it not? I said
to myself, It is Itzig; that is his run when he runs in haste. When I
got up into the large room, it was empty, and I sat down at the table
a