“I have no money.”
“Then sell me the knife.”
“No.”
“You are wrong, for now that I have seen it I can easily take it from you. But I am honest enough not to wish to play such a trick upon you.”
“You could take my knife from me? I should like to be convinced of that, but I do not believe it.”
“You do not? Very well, to-morrow the knife will be in my possession, but when it is once in my hands you need not hope to see it again. A spirit which is under my orders will bring it to me at midnight, and the same spirit will tell me where the treasure is buried.”
“Let the spirit tell you that, and I shall be convinced.”
“Give me a pen, ink and paper.”
I asked a question from my oracle, and the answer I had was that the treasure was to be found not far from the Rubicon.
“That is,” I said, “a torrent which was once a river.”