“ ‘And what have you done to aspire to this honor?’ demanded the lieutenant.
“ ‘I have killed your chief, Cucumetto, whose dress I now wear; and I set fire to the villa San-Felice to procure a wedding-dress for my betrothed.’
“An hour afterwards Luigi Vampa was chosen captain, vice Cucumetto, deceased.”
“Well, my dear Albert,” said Franz, turning towards his friend; “what think you of citizen Luigi Vampa?”
“I say he is a myth,” replied Albert, “and never had an existence.”
“And what may a myth be?” inquired Pastrini.
“The explanation would be too long, my dear landlord,” replied Franz.
“And you say that Signor Vampa exercises his profession at this moment in the environs of Rome?”
“And with a boldness of which no bandit before him ever gave an example.”
“Then the police have vainly tried to lay hands