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"The locks on these doors were in good condition?"
"Yes, they were untouched."
"Was there anything stolen from the church?"
"No, nothing that we could see."
"Was the pastor rich?"
"No, he was almost a poor man, for he gave away all that he had."
"But you were his patron, Count."
"I was his friend. He was the confidential adviser of myself and
family."
"This would mean rich presents now and then, would it not?"
"No, that is not the case. Our venerable pastor would take nothing
for himself. He would accept no presents but gifts of money for
his poor."
"Then you do not believe this to have been a murder for the sake
of robbery?"
"No. There was nothing disturbed in any part of the house, no
drawers or cupboards broken open at all."
Muller smiled. "I have heard it said that your romantic Hungarian
bandits will often be satisfied with the small booty they may find
in the pocket or on the person of their victim."
"You are right, Mr. Muller. But that is only when they can find
nothing else."
"Or perhaps if it is a case of revenge.
"It cannot be revenge in this case!"
"The pastor was greatly loved?"
"He was loved and revered.
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