h top-boots, cloaks, and
dresses hung on nails, and the following announcement was written with
chalk on the door:

"Only the lilies of the field can dress themselves cheaper than you can
in this shop!"

(That was quite true, only with this difference, that the lilies of the
field were more becomingly dressed than Muencz's customers.)

In spite of all this information Gyuri was by no means satisfied, so he
walked across the road to his old guardian's to see if he could find out
anything more on the subject from him, for he had been the first lawyer
in the town for many years, and must know every one.

The young man told Sztolarik the whole story, openly and frankly, adding
that the receipt for the money, which was probably deposited in some
foreign bank, was all but found, for it was most certainly in the handle
of the red umbrella, and that had in all probability been bought by an
old Jew of the name of Jonas Muencz. All of this Gyuri poured out quickly
and breathlessly into the ears of his old guardian.

"That much I know. Now, what am I to do next?"

"It is a great deal, much more than I ever hoped for. You must continue
the search."

"But where am I to search? We don't yet know where Muencz is, and even if
we had him, who knows on which dust-heap the umbrella has rotted since
then?"

"All the same, you must not lose the thread."

"Did you know the 'white Jew'?"

"Oh, yes; he was a very honest Jew, that is why he never got very rich.
He often came to me; I can see him now, with his head bald at the back,
and a fringe of white hair round it. 'Pon my word! (and here the lawyer
skipped like a young lamb) the last time I saw him he had Pal
Gregorics's umbrella in his hand; I can swear to it, and I remember I
joked him about it. 'It seems to me, Jonas,' I said, 'that you wander
about the next world, too, to buy "ole clo'," and bought that umbrella
there of Pal Gregorics.' At which he smiled, and said he had not gone as
far as that yet, for he only kept to the two counties of Zolyom and
Hont, and had divided the neighboring counties among his sons; Moricz
had Trencsin and Nyitra, Szami had Szepes and Lipto, and the youngest,
Kobi, had only last week been given Bars, but they none of them intended
to go into the next world until they were obliged to."

Gyuri's eyes shone with delight.

"Bravo, Sztolarik!" he exclaimed, "only the gods had such memories as
you have."

"You are a lucky fellow, Gyuri. I have an