"You are quite right," said the justice, in a fit of abstraction, and filling his glass for the third time; "you are quite right, the matter is very clear. As clear as can be."
"Did I not say so?" rejoined Mr. Kenihazy; nodding his head with great satisfaction.
"What did you say?" asked the justice, who wished to remind Mr. Kenihazy that he had had great difficulty in rousing him from sleep.
"I said that the man who had done this was certainly a great scoundrel."
"I remember you did say so; but I never should have thought this Jew had such audacity. Poor Catspaw! he was a very good man."
"And what a hand he was at tarok, the other day!" said Kenihazy; "twice he bagged the Jew; and with five taroks he won Zatonyi's ultimo. And now this Jew!"
"But the rascal denies it all!" said the cook, entering with the coffee. "Suppose you can't succeed in making him confess?"
"Succeed!" said the justice, casting a contemptuous look at the cook. "Not succeed with a miserable Jew! I have done twenty years' service in the county, and never failed in any thing I wished to accomplish!"
"Yes, sir, everybody knows that," replied the cook, with great humility; "but Hebrews are sometimes very stubborn."
"Well, if he won't confess, he'll squeak!" said Mr. Skinner, pushing his empty coffee-cup aside.