I should think that would
suffice you."
"No, that does not suffice me," screamed Niclas. "Show me your
passports if I am to believe that you are not vagabonds."
"You dare to call us vagabonds?" cried the king, whose patience now
also appeared exhausted, and whose clear brow was slightly clouded.
"The police consider everyone criminal until he has proved he is not
so," said Niclas, emphatically.
The king's anger was already subdued.
"In the eyes of the police, criminality is then the normal condition
of mankind," he said, smilingly.
"Sir, you have no right to question the police so pointedly," said
Niclas, sternly. "You are here to be questioned, and not to
question."
The king laughingly arrested the uplifted arm of his companion.
"Mon Dieu," he murmured, "do you not see that this is amusing me
highly? Ask, sir, I am ready to answer."
"Have you a pass?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then give it to me to vise."
"To do so, I should have to open my bag, and that would be very
inconvenient, but, if the law absolutely demands it, I will do it."
"The law demands it."
The king motioned to his servant, and ordered him to carry the bag
into the house.
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