"That's what they all say, eh?" I said, smiling in response.
"Yes; but the Zloczszol rabbi is stamped with the royal seal. He professes to be of the Messianic seed, a direct descendant of David, the son of Jesse." And the hunchback chuckled with malicious humour.
"I should like to see him," I said, feeling as if Providence had provided a new interest for my boredom.
Yarchi pointed silently with his discoloured thumb over the plain.
"You don't mean he is kept in that storehouse!" I said.
Yarchi guffawed in high good-humour.
"That! That's the Klaus!"
"And what's the Klaus?"
"The Chassidim Stubele (little room)."
"Is that where the miracles are done?"