“ Non ,” said the gendarme. “ Nous avons eu des histoires de gens qui se sont pendus. ” (No, we have had histories of people who hanged themselves.)

“What,” cried the Arethusa . “And is it for that you refuse me my handkerchief? But see how much more easily I could hang myself in my trousers!”

The man was struck by the novelty of the idea; but he stuck to his colours, and only continued to repeat vague offers of service.

“At least,” said the Arethusa , “be sure that you arrest my comrade; he will follow me ere long on the same road, and you can tell him by the sack upon his shoulders.”