So in order to appear that nothing could destroy his official poise, he let the two stand before his desk while he sorted some papers.
"You are not a native of Dreiberg," he began.
"No, Herr; I am from Bavaria.

If you will look into your records you will find that my papers were presented two or three weeks ago." "Let me see them." The vintner's passports were produced.

The sub-chief compared them to the corresponding number in his book.

There was nothing wrong about them.
"I do not recollect seeing you here before." "It was one of your assistants who originally went over the papers." "What is your business ?" "I am a vintner by trade, Herr." "And are there not plenty of vineyards in Bavaria ?" "We vintners," with an easy gesture, "are of a roving disposition.

I have been all along the Rhine and the Moselle.