“Stay!” said he; “I do remember that man and his iron casket. It was on Urchtal Sands.”
“At least,” rejoined the chancellor, “if you could restore that casket to me, my gratitude would be unbounded. Tell me what has become of that casket, for I am sure it is in your possession.”
The noble minister laid such stress upon this request that the brigand was struck by it.
“So, then, that iron casket is of the utmost importance to your Grace, my Lord Chancellor?”
“Yes.”
“What shall my reward be if I tell you where it is?”
“Anything that you may desire, my dear Hans.”
“Well, I will not tell you.”
“Pooh! you are joking! Think what a service you can do me.”