"Is this the amice that the friar wore?" asked Engstein, holding up the patched garment.
"It is like it. I could all but swear to it."
"Did you address him when you met him, as you thought, a second time?"
"I was about to do so, but he pulled out his beads, and began counting them. Not liking to disturb him in his devotions, I passed on, thinking that after all I might have been deceived."
"That is sufficient, you may go."
The little barber left the court, and another witness was called for.
"Your name?"
"Max Offenbrunnen."
"Profession?"
"I am host of the Bear Inn in the village of M——."