Father and Son

The burgomaster's son opened the door of the town hall and went inside, intending to go to his father, but two well-dressed young people were waiting for him, and the one below turned to him with a smile:

“Hello, Alfred. How did you like our performance? We cleverly played this simpleton.”

“You did well, but you might as well not bother here! We can be seen together!”

“Nah ... We're leaving now, and then look for your fistulas. Money - they love counting! So come on right now and pay off!” answered the short man.

“Good. It seems to have worked well. She thought you were the real burglars. And her father, too, seems to believe in your prank!” looking around, the burgomaster's son said in an undertone.

“Then with your gold, as persuaded!” the false robber exclaimed joyfully.