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But no. The magistrate broke off suddenly, and said, after a little pause, "Was not a servant called Raudszus in your service till a short time ago?" "Yes." he answered, and stared at the magistrate with astonished eyes. So it was on Raudszus, then, that suspicion fell. "Why did you dismiss him?"
"It is a pity, sir, that justice wears a bandage over her eyes," he answered, with a sneering laugh. "I have nothing more to add." Magistrate and clerk looked at each other, shaking their heads; then the examination was closed. "Will Michel Raudszus be arrested?" Paul asked the gentlemen before they got into their carriage. "Let us hope that has been done already," the magistrate answered.
"He must remain there till Michel has gone," he replied. "Don't open the door for him, or there will be an accident." Then he walked out into the yard. The servant was leaning against the stable door, chewing his black beard, and leering at him viciously. "Michel Raudszus!" he called out to him. The man approached. The veins on his forehead had swollen like blue cords. He did not dare look at him.
Again the same murmur went through the court, and behind his back he heard the voice of his father hissing, "The degenerate rascal!" But he did not allow himself to be confused by that. "The law permits you in such cases to refuse to make a statement," the president continued. "But what happened that made your father turn against Raudszus?"
Michel Raudszus was sentenced to five years penal servitude. At the same moment, when the president pronounced the sentence of the law, a mocking laugh resounded through the court. It proceeded from Meyerhofer. He had got up in his chair and stretched out his maimed hand towards Douglas, as if he wanted to fly at his throat. As he was carried out of court, he continually cried out,
There was one of the farm-servants who had been working almost the whole time at the Howdahs. His name was Michel Raudszus, and he came from Littau. He lived in a miserable hovel not far from Helenenthal, the walls of which were surrounded by piles of turf, so that the storms should not blow it down.
Having once consented to swindle, he had to outvie every lie by a new and bigger one. Mr. Douglas might be as patient as he liked; the abuse which was made of his name at last became too much for him. It was one morning towards the end of August that Paul, who was working in the yard with Michel Raudszus, saw the tall figure of their neighbor walking across the fields straight to the Haidehof.
But how to do so was totally vague to him; he did not even know if Douglas had been seriously hurt by the dog's bite. Once when he was roving about at twilight on the other side of the wood he saw Michel Raudszus coming from Helenenthal. He carried a spade over his shoulder, on which hung a bundle.
She clung to Paul with both arms; she wanted to speak, but the fear of her husband lamed her tongue. She could only look at him. "Pack of women!" he cried, shrugging his shoulders contemptuously, and turned away; but feeling obliged to vent his rage on somebody, he walked up to Michel Raudszus, who was slowly returning to his work. "You dog, what are you gaping here for?" he shouted at him.
"I am an old man," he muttered between his teeth; "do not force me to confess my own ignominy." The magistrate was satisfied. When he asked the old man whether his suspicion had not already fallen on Michel Raudszus, he chuckled mysteriously to himself and murmured, "He may have furnished the hand, the miserable hand, but " he stopped. "But?"
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