In the evening, the Griffin came home, and as soon as he entered the room, said, “Wife, I smell a Christian.”

“Yes,” said the woman, “one was here today, but he went away again;” and on that the Griffin said no more.

In the middle of the night when the Griffin was snoring loudly, Hans reached out and plucked a feather from his tail. The Griffin woke up instantly, and said, “Wife, I smell a Christian, and it seems to me that somebody was pulling at my tail.”

His wife said, “Thou hast certainly been dreaming, and I told thee before that a Christian was here today, but that he went away again. He told me all kinds of things that in one castle they had lost the key of their money-chest, and could find it nowhere.”

“Oh! the fools!” said the Griffin; “the key lies in the wood-house under a log of wood behind the door.”

“And then he said that in another castle the daughter was ill, and they knew no remedy that would cure her.”