And now, Don Carlo, go and take your little nap. I
will stay here, to put my papers in order. May your dreams be happy."
The judge was dowered with extreme irascibility of temper, due to his
chronic valetudinarian condition. He, too--within the limits of
propriety--was not going to take things lying down. So much was certain.
At first he was too agitated to be able to collect his thoughts.
Gradually, as he moved about those rooms, calmness and confidence
returned. He was alone. It was very warm and quiet here, amid these
scenes of his many little triumphs. The look of the archives, the
familiar smell of the place, was reassuring. He began to feel at ease
once more. Ideas came to him.
He signed warrants for the arrest of the Messiah, Krasnojabkin and some
fifteen others of those who had escaped his wrath on the previous
occasion. They would be under lock and key within two hours. Don
Giustino would never interfere on behalf of these aliens. Nor would any
one else. An inspiration! It would proclaim his zeal for the public
order--his official independence of mind.
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