"Good gracious, Krischan, such an expensive letter as that! From whom could it be?"
"I know something," said Krischan, "but I daren't say it," and he looked at Bräsig.
"Before the Herr Inspector, you may say anything," said Frau Nüssler.
"For all I care!" said Krischan. "It was from some woman-creature, but I have forgotten the name."
"From a woman!" exclaimed Frau Nüssler, "to my son-in-law! and eight thalers to pay!"
"Everything comes to light!" said Bräsig, "even the Pietists get found out!"
"Yes; it all comes out!" said Krischan, going out of the room.
"Krischan," Frau Nüssler sprang up, "you must go to Rahnstadt to-morrow with the rye; ask particularly about the name, and I will give you eight thalers, I must have the letter."
"Good, Madam," said Krischan, "I will get it."
"Bräsig," cried Frau Nüssler, throwing herself into her arm-chair, so that the poor old thing groaned with her weight, "what has my son-in-law to do with a woman?"