"Oh, come, don't talk like that, young man, don't run away from luck when it comes in your way. You know the story of the poor man who gave his luck away to the devil without knowing it, and how sorry he was for it afterward?"
"Yes, he was sorry for it," answered the lawyer, smiling, as he remembered the fable, "but I don't think we can compare this case with that."
"I am sure you have no idea to whom the earring belongs?"
"Not the slightest. Whose is it?"
"It belongs to the sister of the Glogova priest."
Gyuri screwed up his mouth doubtfully.
"Don't be too quick in your conclusions; just come here a minute; you won't repent it."
"Where am I to go?"
The mayor wanted to keep him there at any cost, so as to gain time before deciding as to the dead man's future.