" The detective pressed the
doctor's hand warmly and walked down the hill towards the village.
He went at once to the office of the magistrate and made his report,
then returned to the rectory and packed his grip. 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. The silent shepherd
with the power of second sight had won Muller's interest at once.
"Yes, I found him. It is Gyuri, the warder at the asylum."
"No, sir, it is not Gyuri--Gyuri did not do it."
"But when I tell you that he did?"
"But I tell you, sir, that Gyuri did not do it. The man who did
it--he has yellowish hands--I saw them--I saw big yellowish
hands. Gyuri's hands are big, but they are brown."
"Janci, you are right. I was only trying to test you. Gyuri did
not do it; that is, he did not do it with his own hands.
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