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He arranged for its transport to the railway station, as he himself preferred to walk the inconsiderable distance. He passed through the village and had just entered the open fields when he met Janci with his flock. The shepherd hastened his steps when he saw the detective approaching. "You have found him, sir?" he exclaimed as he came up to Muller. The men had come to be friends by this time.
Voices of cattle and noises of poultry were heard about the houses, and men and women began their accustomed round of tasks. Janci found that he had gathered enough willow twigs by this time. He tied them in a loose bundle and started on his homeward way. His path led through wide-stretching fields and vineyards past a little hill, some distance from the village, on which stood a large house.
"And if I had your visions, Janci, it would be a powerful aid to me in my profession." "I don't think you need them, sir. You can find out the hidden things without them. You are going to leave us?" "Yes, Janci, I must go back to Budapest, and from there to Vienna. They need me on another case." "It's a sad work, this bringing people to the gallows, isn't it?" "Yes, Janci, it is sometimes.
The violet hue of the distant woods, the red gleaming of the heather-strewn moor, with its patches of swamp from which the slow mist arose, the pretty little village with its handsome old church and attractive rectory Janci had known it so long that he never stopped to realise how very charming, in its gentle melancholy, it all was.
The "old man" was the name given by the people of the village, more as a term of endearment than anything else, to the generally loved and respected physician who was the head of the insane asylum. He had become general mentor and oracle of all the village and was known and loved by man, woman and child. "It's possible," answered Janci.
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