THE ROBBERY OF THE JEWELS OF THE DUKE OF BAVARIA

The next day, about nine in the morning, as Louis XI. was leaving his
chapel after hearing mass, he found Maitre Cornelius on his path.

"Good luck to you, crony," he said, shoving up his cap in his hasty
way.

"Sire, I would willingly pay a thousand gold crowns if I could have a
moment's talk with you; I have found the thief who stole the rubies
and all the jewels of the Duke of--"

"Let us hear about that," said Louis XI., going out into the courtyard
of Plessis, followed by his silversmith, Coyctier his physician,
Olivier de Daim, and the captain of his Scottish guard. "Tell me about
it. Another man to hang for you! Hola, Tristan!"

The grand provost, who was walking up and down the courtyard, came
with slow steps, like a dog who exhibits his fidelity. The group
paused under a tree. The king sat down on a bench and the courtiers
made a circle about him.

"Sire, a man who pretended to be a Fleming has got the better of me--"
began Cornelius.

"He must be crafty indeed, that fellow!" exclaimed Louis, wagging his
head.

"Oh, yes!" replied the silversmith, bitterly. "But methinks he'd have