STORY OF THE OLD SHARPER.
‘There was once an old man renowned for roguery, and he went, he and his mates, to one of the markets and stole thence a parcel of stuffs. Then they separated and returned each to his quarter. Awhile after this, the old man assembled a company of his fellows and one of them pulled out a costly piece of stuff and said, “Will any one of you sell this piece of stuff in its own market whence it was stolen, that we may confess his [pre-eminence in] sharping?” Quoth the old man, “I will;” and they said, “Go, and God the Most High prosper thee!”
So on the morrow, early, he took the stuff and carrying it to the market whence it had been stolen, sat down at the shop whence it had been stolen and gave it to the broker, who took it and cried it for sale. Its owner knew it and bidding for it, [bought it] and sent after the chief of the police, who seized the sharper and seeing him an old man of venerable appearance, handsomely clad, said to him, “Whence hadst thou this piece of stuff?” “I had it from this market,” answered he, “and from yonder shop where I was sitting.” Quoth the prefect, “Did its owner sell it to thee?” “Nay,”
