“Afterwards.”
“In the tower also?”
“Yes; some excuse.”
“That is easy. A silver plate slipped into the baggage of these jugglers. They will have stolen it.”
“Good!”
“But if their suspicions are awakened? If the true and false Christian do not come?”
“Where are they?”
“Who can find out in this fog? I have given orders; but an hour ago no one had returned to Stollborg, which is watched and surrounded on all sides.”
“In that case, what will you do?”
“The proof—that is the portfolio—destroyed, and the man who gave it up to you dead, his secret is dead too, since Christian Waldo does not know anything about it.”