“Yes, she’s had a visitor,” said the consul, with his most venomous glance.
“The bailiff?”
“Yes.”
“Because—because I’ve committed forgery?”
“Exactly.” The consul was enjoying the situation to such an extent that he forgot to empty his glass.
Wangen had emptied his, and now held it out for more.
“Your health!” he said. “If this is true, then by Jove it’ll be Norby and not me to go to prison!” And with that he buttoned up his coat and hurried to the door.