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Updated: June 7, 2025
And Master Nicless said, "The man who knocked the second time was connected with the police; he came in and left without saying a word, and brought these things." Ursus recognized the esclavine, the jacket, the hat, and the cloak of Gwynplaine.
Master Nicless, the only spectator, quietly made himself the same explanation as they did that Ursus was gone mad; which was, for that matter, but another sad item added to his misery. The good tavern-keeper growled out, "What insanity!" And he was serious as a man might well be who has the fear of the law before him.
They entered with that silence which heralds severity of action. Master Nicless, satisfied with the rapid dénouement which cut short his difficulties, charmed to be out of the entangled skein, was afraid, when he saw the muster of officers, that they were going to apprehend Ursus in his house.
"Yourself," said the justice. A man does not argue with a sword which runs him through and through. Master Nicless subsided he cared not on what, on a table, on a form, on anything that happened to be there prostrate. The justice raised his voice, so that if there were people outside, they might hear. "Master Nicless Plumptree, keeper of this tavern, this is the last point to be settled.
Then he went up to the first floor, opened the window next to the sign of the inn, leant over towards the placard about Gwynplaine, the laughing man, and the bill of "Chaos Vanquished;" unnailed the one, tore down the other, put both under his arm, and descended. Master Nicless followed him with his eyes. "Why do you unhook that?" Ursus burst into a second fit of laughter.
This mountebank and the wolf are vagabonds. They are driven away. But the person most in fault is yourself. It is in your house, and with your consent, that the law has been violated; and you, a man licensed, invested with a public responsibility, have established the scandal here. Master Nicless, your licence is taken away; you must pay the penalty, and go to prison."
The tavern-keeper pushed the door behind him, and shut it in the face of the inquisitive Govicum. Master Nicless placed the candle on the table. A low whispering dialogue began. "Master Ursus?" "Master Nicless?" "I understand at last." "Nonsense!" "You wished the poor blind girl to think that all going on as usual." "There is no law against my being a ventriloquist." "You are a clever fellow."
A carriage, swarming with plumed footmen carrying torches and magnificently appointed, was driving off at a fast trot. Ursus took the piece of gold between his forefinger and thumb respectfully, and, showing it to Master Nicless, said, "She is a goddess."
Then as he redescended the steps at the back of the Green Box, to enter the inn, Master Nicless let fall this profound reflection, so deep as to be unintelligible, "What a pity that he should not be a lord. He would make a famous scoundrel." Otherwise, although established in the tavern, the group in the Green Box had in no way altered their manner of living, and held to their isolated habits.
When Ursus returned to the Green Box, he told Master Nicless that he had been delayed by following a pretty woman, and let not a word escape him concerning his adventure. Except in the evening when he said in a low voice to Homo, "See here, I have vanquished the three heads of Cerberus." An event happened. The Tadcaster Inn became more and more a furnace of joy and laughter.
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