"One was from Szent-Pál, the other from Belovacz."
"So that's it, is it? Well, Szent-Pál was utterly destroyed by the insurrection of Hora-Kloska three years ago, and Belovacz is a haunt of freebooters. In neither place is there priest or sexton, church or register, as I happen to know, so seek all your life long, you'll never find proof of the forgery."
"Now I see why the witnesses came from so far afield; it was manifestly a part of the plot."
"By the way," said his uncle, "you'll want some one to look after your house, for in your absence your maid Böske has been locked up."
"Whatever do you mean?" demanded Ráby indignantly. "My servant locked up! why what is the meaning of it?"
"H'm, it was by order of the municipality."
"And pray what for?"
"That, no one can say. I only knew through the neighbours coming round to tell me that I ought to send my servant over, for your cows were standing at the gate, and that there was no one to let them in, seeing that poor Böske had been marched off between two officers to the police-station."
"The deuce she has!" cried Ráby, and he seized his sword. "But I won't stand that!"
And without another word he dashed out of the house and down the street at full tilt, in the direction of the police-station, which was close to the post office. He thrust open the door, without announcing himself, and shouted so furiously to the unlucky porter that the latter nearly died of fright.