we　shall　see　how　it　will　be　after　eight　days。〃
  Cornelius　grew　pale。
  〃And；〃　continued　Gryphus；　〃we'll　begin　this　very　day。　As　you
  are　such　a　clever　sorcerer；　why；　you　had　better　change　the
  furniture　of　your　room　into　bread；　as　to　myself；　I　shall
  pocket　the　eighteen　sous　which　are　paid　to　me　for　your
  board。〃
  〃But　that's　murder；〃　cried　Cornelius；　carried　away　by　the
  first　impulse　of　the　very　natural　terror　with　which　this
  horrible　mode　of　death　inspired　him。
  〃Well；〃　Gryphus　went　on；　in　his　jeering　way；　〃as　you　are　a
  sorcerer；　you　will　live；　notwithstanding。〃
  Cornelius　put　on　a　smiling　face　again；　and　said；
  〃Have　you　not　seen　me　make　the　pigeons　come　here　from　Dort？〃
  〃Well？〃　said　Gryphus。
  〃Well；　a　pigeon　is　a　very　dainty　morsel；　and　a　man　who　eats
  one　every　day　would　not　starve；　I　think。〃
  〃And　how　about　the　fire？〃　said　Gryphus。
  〃Fire！　but　you　know　that　I'm　in　league　with　the　devil。　Do
  you　think　the　devil　will　leave　me　without　fire？　Why；　fire　is
  his　proper　element。〃
  〃A　man；　however　healthy　his　appetite　may　be；　would　not　eat　a
  pigeon　every　day。　Wagers　have　been　laid　to　do　so；　and　those
  who　made　them　gave　them　up。〃
  〃Well；　but　when　I　am　tired　of　pigeons；　I　shall　make　the　fish
  of　the　Waal　and　of　the　Meuse　come　up　to　me。〃
  Gryphus　opened　his　large　eyes；　quite　bewildered。
  〃I　am　rather　fond　of　fish；〃　continued　Cornelius；　〃you　never
  let　me　have　any。　Well；　I　shall　turn　your　starving　me　to
  advantage；　and　regale　myself　with　fish。〃
  Gryphus　nearly　fainted　with　anger　and　with　fright；　but　he
  soon　rallied；　and　said；　putting　his　hand　in　his　pocket；
  〃Well；　as　you　force　me　to　it；〃　and　with　these　words　he　drew
  forth　a　clasp…knife　and　opened　it。
  〃Halloa！　a　knife？〃　said　Cornelius；　preparing　to　defend
  himself　with　his　stick。
  Chapter　29
  In　which　Van　Baerle；　before　leaving　Loewestein；
  settles　Accounts　with　Gryphus
  The　two　remained　silent　for　some　minutes；　Gryphus　on　the
  offensive；　and　Van　Baerle　on　the　defensive。
  Then；　as　the　situation　might　be　prolonged　to　an　indefinite
  length；　Cornelius；　anxious　to　know　something　more　of　the
  causes　which　had　so　fiercely　exasperated　his　jailer；　spoke
  first　by　putting　the　question；
  〃Well；　what　do　you　want；　after　all？〃
  〃I'll　tell　you　what　I　want；〃　answered　Gryphus；　〃I　want　you　to
  restore　to　me　my　daughter　Rosa。〃
  〃Your　daughter？〃　cried　Van　Baerle。
  〃Yes；　my　daughter　Rosa；　whom　you　have　taken　from　me　by　your
  devilish　magic。　Now；　will　you　tell　me　where　she　is？〃
  And　the　attitude　of　Gryphus　became　more　and　more
  threatening。
  〃Rosa　is　not　at　Loewestein？〃　cried　Cornelius。
  〃You　know　well　she　is　not。　Once　more；　will　you　restore　her
  to　me？〃
  〃I　see；〃　said　Cornelius；　〃this　is　a　trap　you　are　laying　for
  me。〃
  〃Now；　for　the　last　time；　will　you　tell　me　where　my　daughter
  is？〃
  〃Guess　it；　you　rogue；　if　you　don't　know　it。〃
  〃Only　wait；　only　wait；〃　growled　Gryphus；　white　with　rage；
  and　with　quivering　lips；　as　his　brain　began　to　turn。　〃Ah；
  you　will　not　tell　me　anything？　Well；　I'll　unlock　your
  teeth！〃
  He　advanced　a　step　towards　Cornelius；　and　said；　showing　him
  the　weapon　which　he　held　in　his　hands；
  〃Do　you　see　this　knife？　Well；　I　have　killed　more　than　fifty
  black　cocks　with　it；　and　I　vow　I'll　kill　their　master；　the
  devil；　as　well　as　them。〃
  〃But；　you　blockhead；〃　said　Cornelius；　〃will　you　really　kill
  me？〃
  〃I　shall　open　your　heart　to　see　in　it　the　place　where　you
  hide　my　daughter。〃
  Saying　this；　Gryphus　in　his　frenzy　rushed　towards　Cornelius；
  who　had　barely　time　to　retreat　behind　his　table　to　avoid　the
  first　thrust；　but　as　Gryphus　continued；　with　horrid　threats；
  to　brandish　his　huge　knife；　and　as；　although　out　of　the
  reach　of　his　weapon；　yet；　as　long　as　it　remained　in　the
  madman's　hand；　the　ruffian　might　fling　it　at　him；　Cornelius
  lost　no　time；　and　availing　himself　of　the　stick；　which　he
  held　tight　under　his　arm；　dealt　the　jailer　a　vigorous　blow
  on　the　wrist　of　that　hand　which　held　the　knife。
  The　knife　fell　to　the　ground；　and　Cornelius　put　his　foot　on
  it。
  Then；　as　Gryphus　seemed　bent　upon　engaging　in　a　struggle
  which　the　pain　in　his　wrist；　and　shame　for　having　allowed
  himself　to　be　disarmed；　would　have　made　desperate；　Cornelius
  took　a　decisive　step；　belaboring　his　jailer　with　the　most
  heroic　self…possession；　and　selecting　the　exact　spot　for
  every　blow　of　the　terrible　cudgel。
  It　was　not　long　before　Gryphus　begged　for　mercy。　But　before
  begging　for　mercy；　he　had　lustily　roared　for　help；　and　his
  cries　had　roused　all　the　functionaries　of　the　prison。　Two
  turnkeys；　an　inspector；　and　three　or　four　guards；　made　their
  appearance　all　at　once；　and　found　Cornelius　still　using　the
  stick；　with　the　knife　under　his　foot。
  At　the　sight　of　these　witnesses；　who　could　not　know　all　the
  circumstances　which　had　provoked　and　might　justify　his
  offence；　Cornelius　felt　that　he　was　irretrievably　lost。
  In　fact；　appearances　were　sadly　against　him。
  In　one　moment　Cornelius　was　disarmed；　and　Gryphus　raised　and
  supported；　and；　bellowing　with　rage　and　pain；　he　was　able　to
  count　on　his　back　and　shoulders　the　bruises　which　were
  beginning　to　swell　like　the　hills　dotting　the　slopes　of　a
  mountain　ridge。
  A　protocol　of　the　violence　practiced　by　the　prisoner　against
  his　jailer　was　immediately　drawn　up；　and　as　it　was　made　on
  the　depositions　of　Gryphus；　it　certainly　could　not　be　said
  to　be　too　tame；　the　prisoner　being　charged　with　neither　more
  nor　less　than　with　an　attempt　to　murder；　for　a　long　time
  premeditated；　with　open　rebellion。
  Whilst　the　charge　was　made　out　against　Cornelius；　Gryphus；
  whose　presence　was　no　longer　necessary　after　having　made　his
  depositions；　was　taken　down　by　his　turnkeys　to　his　lodge；
  groaning　and　covered　with　bruises。
  During　this　time；　the　guards　who　had　seized　Cornelius　busied
  themselves　in　charitably　informing　their　prisoner　of　the
  usages　and　customs　of　Loewestein；　which　however　he　knew　as
  well　as　they　did。　The　regulations　had　been　read　to　him　at
  the　moment　of　his　entering　the　prison；　and　certain　articles
  in　them　remained　fixed　in　his　memory。
  Among　other　things　they　told　him　that　this　regulation　had
  been　carried　out　to　its　full　extent　in　the　case　of　a
  prisoner　named　Mathias；　who　in　1668；　that　is　to　say；　five
  years　before；　had　committed　a　much　less　violent　act　of
  rebellion　than　that　of　which　Cornelius　was　guilty。　He　had
  found　his　soup　too　hot；　and　thrown　it　at　the　head　of　the
  chief　turnkey；　who　in　consequence　of　this　ablution　had　been
  put　to　the　inconvenience　of　having　his　skin　come　off　as　he
  wiped　his　face。
  Mathias　was　taken　within　twelve　hours　from　his　cell；　then
  led　to　the　jailer's　lodge；　where　he　was　registered　as
  leaving　Loewestein；　then　taken　to　the　Esplanade；　from　which
  there　is　a　very　fine　prospect　over　a　wide　expanse　of
  country。　There　they　fettered　his　hands；　bandaged　his　eyes；
  and　let　him　say　his　prayers。
  Hereupon　he　was　invited　to　go　down　on　his　knees；　and　the
  guards　of　Loewestein；　twelve　in　number；　at　a　sign　from　a
  sergeant；　very　cleverly　lodged　a　musket…ball　each　in　his
  body。
  In　consequence　of　this　proceeding；　Mathias　incontinently　did
  then　and　there　die。
  Cornelius　listened　with　the　greatest　attention　to　this
  delightful　recital；　and　then　said；
  〃Ah！　ah！　within　twelve　hours；　you　say？〃
  〃Yes；　the　twelfth　hour　had　not　even　struck；　if　I　remember
  right；〃　said　the　guard　who　had　told　him　the　story。
  〃Thank　you；〃　said　Cornelius。
  The　guard　still　had　the　smile　on　his　face　with　which　he
  accompanied　and　as　it　were　accentuated　his　tale；　when
  footsteps　and　a　jingling　of　spurs　were　heard　ascending　the
  stair…case。
  The　guards　fell　back　to　allow　an　officer　to　pass；　who
  entered　the　cell　of　Cornelius　at　the　moment　when　the　clerk
  of　Loewestein　was　still　making　out　his　report。
  〃Is　this　No。　11？〃　he　asked。
  〃Yes；　Captain；〃　answered　a　non…commissioned　officer。
  〃Then　this　is　the　cell　of　the　prisoner　Cornelius　van
  Baerle？〃
  〃Exactly；　Captain。〃
  〃Where　is　the　prisoner？〃
  〃Here　I　am；　sir；〃　answered　Cornelius；　growing　rather　pale；
  notwithstanding　all　his　courage。
  〃You　are　Dr。　Cornelius　van　Baerle？〃　asked　he；　this　time
  addressing　the　prisoner　himself。
  〃Yes；　sir。〃
  〃Then　follow　me。〃
  〃Oh！　oh！〃　said　Cornelius；　whose　heart　felt　oppressed　by　the
  first　dread　of　death。　〃What　quick　work　they　make　here　in　the
  fortress　of　Loewestein。　And　the　rascal　talked　to　me　of
  twelve　hours！〃
  〃Ah！　what　did　I　tell　you？〃　whispered　the　communicative　guard
  in　the　ear　of　the　culprit。
  〃A　lie。〃
  〃How　so？〃
  〃You　promised　me　twelve　hours。〃
  〃Ah；　yes；　but　here　comes　to　you　an　aide…de…camp　of　his
  Highness；　even　one　of　his　most　intimate　companions　Van
  Deken。　Zounds！　they　did　not　grant　such　an　honour　to　poor
  Mathias。〃
  〃Come；　come！〃　said　Cornelius；　drawing　a　long　breath。　〃Come；
  I'll　show　to　these　people　that　an　honest　burgher；　godson　of
  Cornelius　de　Witt；　can　without　flinching　receive　as　many
  musket…balls　as　that　Mathias。〃
  Saying　this；　he　passed　proudly　before　the　clerk；　who；　being
  interrupted　in　his　work；　ventured　to　say　to　the　offic