“Strangled, or drowned.”

The justice of the quorum watched Ursus.

“And yourself in prison.”

Ursus murmured,—­

“Your worship!”

“Be off before to-morrow morning; if not, such is the order.”

“Your worship!”

“What?”

“Must we leave England, he and I?”

“Yes.”

“To-day?”

“To-day.”

“What is to be done?”

Master Nicless was happy.  The magistrate, whom he had feared, had come to his aid.  The police had acted as auxiliary to him, Nicless.  They had delivered him from “such people.”  The means he had sought were brought to him.  Ursus, whom he wanted to get rid of, was being driven away by the police, a superior authority.  Nothing to object to.  He was delighted.  He interrupted,—­

“Your honour, that man—­”

He pointed to Ursus with his finger.

“That man wants to know how he is to leave England to-day.  Nothing can be easier.  There are night and day at anchor on the Thames, both on this and on the other side of London Bridge, vessels that sail to the Continent.  They go from England to Denmark, to Holland, to Spain; not to France, on account of the war, but everywhere else.  To-night several ships will sail, about one o’clock in the morning, which is the hour of high tide, and, amongst others, the Vograat of Rotterdam.”

The justice of the quorum made a movement of his shoulder towards Ursus.

“Be it so.  Leave by the first ship—­by the Vograat.”

“Your worship,” said Ursus.

“Well?”

“Your worship, if I had, as formerly, only my little box on wheels, it might be done.  A boat would contain that; but—­”

“But what?”

“But now I have got the Green Box, which is a great caravan drawn by two horses, and however wide the ship might be, we could not get it into her.”

“What is that to me?” said the justice.  “The wolf will be killed.”

Ursus shuddered, as if he were grasped by a hand of ice.

“Monsters!” he thought.  “Murdering people is their way of settling matters.”

The innkeeper smiled, and addressed Ursus.

“Master Ursus, you can sell the Green Box.”

Ursus looked at Nicless.

“Master Ursus, you have the offer.”

“From whom?”

“An offer for the caravan, an offer for the two horses, an offer for the two gipsy women, an offer—­”

“From whom?” repeated Ursus.

“From the proprietor of the neighbouring circus.”

Ursus remembered it.

“It is true.”

Master Nicless turned to the justice of the quorum.

“Your honour, the bargain can be completed to-day.  The proprietor of the circus close by wishes to buy the caravan and the horses.”

“The proprietor of the circus is right,” said the justice, “because he will soon require them.  A caravan and horses will be useful to him.  He, too, will depart to-day.  The reverend gentlemen of the parish of Southwark have complained of the indecent riot in Tarrinzeau field.  The sheriff has taken his measures.  To-night there will not be a single juggler’s booth in the place.  There must be an end of all these scandals.  The honourable gentleman who deigns to be here present—­”