And now the baron had ruined his little plan by ordering him to come forth! The robbers would now absolutely believe that he also was a swell.

Oh, it is a frightful situation when a poor devil has managed to get a 100 gulden into his purse for the first time in his life and is obliged the very next evening to put up at an inn full of robbers! What the devil did the baron want with the fiddle at all?
And then what sort of a thing _was_ a fiddle?
When a man is terrified he easily mistakes one thing for another and Margari's first experiment was to carry in to the baron a long leaden box containing the territorial chart of the Kengyelesy estate--was that what his lordship wanted?
"Have you lost your wits, Margari?
How could you possibly get a fiddle into that?
Or has the fellow never cast eyes on a fiddle?
Bandi, you go and look in the carriage for the fiddle!" But this was not at all to Margari's liking.

What, send that vagabond to the carriage to ferret about there! His lordship must have clean taken leave of his senses.

Why, in the carriage was Margari's own brand-new mantle, for which he had paid nine and twenty gulden.

The vagabond would be sure to lay his hands upon it.