Gyuri wished the worthy Klincsok in Jericho, and he could even have found him a companion for the journey, for behind him was the first demon, again whispering: "Go and look for your inheritance!"
"But I suppose they kept the old handle?" he asked.
"I do not think so," answered the priest. "It was only of common wood; I believe Mrs. Adamecz asked Veronica for it."
(It must have been the second demon speaking through the priest: "The handle of the umbrella is in Mrs. Adamecz's possession.")
Sztolarik now became curious too.
"Who is Mrs. Adamecz?" he asked.
"My old cook, who just now brought me the keys."
Mr. Sztolarik burst out laughing, the walls of the empty church re-echoing with the sound. When they were outside, and the priest had gone in with the keys, the old lawyer took the two rings out of the paper they were wrapped in and pressed them into Gyuri's palm, saying quaintly:
"According to your logic of half an hour ago, you must now marry old Mrs. Adamecz, so go and ask for her hand at once."
Gyuri gave no answer to this cruel thrust, and went into the kitchen, where the widow was frying pancakes.