"What papers?" said the cook.
"Tengelyi——" groaned the dying man.
His lips moved, but his voice was lost in a hoarse rattle.
"I've caught him!" cried a haiduk from the corridor, as he dragged Jantshi, the Jewish glazier, into the room.
"That's the rascal!" said the haiduk. "That's him. He was hid in the chimney!"
"Oh, the villain!" cried the cook, pushing the reluctant Jew to Mr. Catspaw's bed. "I say, your worship, that's the man!"
The attorney shook his head. His lips moved, but no sound was heard.
"But, sir, I'm sure it's he!" said the cook. "Give us a nod, sir!"
Again Mr. Catspaw shook his head. He seized the cook by the hand; he would have spoken, but it was in vain. With a convulsive motion of his body he stared round, and, falling back, breathed his last.
"I'd like to know what he meant?" said the cook, when they had bound the prisoner and locked him up in the cellar; "when I showed him the Jew, he shook his head."