The moment he was left alone in the middle of the court, Rupanjan, without wasting even another single moment of time—in order to prove red-handed whether the suspicion within his own mind was 100% true or not—rushed straight out of the court chamber at a thoroughly rapid pace to his bedroom in a single bound! The moment he set foot inside his room, making his two eyes large like balls of fire, he immediately began a formidably thorough search across the bed, the massive wooden almary, under the table, and in every single corner of the floor. Overturning the bedsheets and throwing away the pillows with his two hands, he continuously checked whether the thievery the Maharaja was speaking about from his own mouth while standing in the court was completely true, and if his bag had truly vanished from the room!
Even after conducting a grand search for five minutes throughout every single corner of the house, when Rupanjan saw that his own essential cloth bag and pouch, which was dearer to him than his own life and kept beside the bed, was not left anywhere inside the room even the slightest bit—he then witnessed firsthand with his own two eyes that the Maharaja's words were absolutely true to the letter; his bag had truly and formidably been stolen from inside his room!
Right after witnessing this absolute truth of his bag being stolen with his own eyes—the wheel of intellect inside Rupanjan's razor-sharp head began to spin furiously within a single second. Biting his lip, he formulated a grand, crafty move within his mind. Then, maintaining a thoroughly grave and calm face, he stepped out of his room with thoroughly slow steps and returned straight to the middle of the Maharaja's court chamber. Approaching the front of the Maharaja's throne, standing with joined hands in a thoroughly sorrowful yet grave tone, Rupanjan said, "Alas, Maharaja! Alas, my fate! I never even dreamt that such a formidably grand incident would take place after I left my room to go outside, go! I have just returned after searching thoroughly well, turning my bedroom upside down with my own two hands, Maharaja—and the thievery you were speaking about from your own mouth standing in the court is absolutely true to the letter, go! My essential cloth pouch is no longer alive anywhere upon the floor of my room even the slightest bit, go Maharaja! It has truly and formidably been stolen. Despite you warning me about the conspiracy of these thieves from your own mouth beforehand—like a flat-out foolish human being, standing in the corridor, I could not protect my bag even the slightest bit, go! Please forgive me completely with your grand heart, Maharaja; a thoroughly massive loss has occurred to me!"
Seeing Rupanjan standing upon the floor of the court, regretting his loss in such a thoroughly sorrowful tone and begging for forgiveness with joined hands—the wise King sitting upon the throne, out of the formidable joy inside his own mind, burst into a thoroughly clever laugh. Adjusting his royal crown a bit with his hand, looking toward Rupanjan, he spoke out in a thoroughly delighted tone, saying, "Hahaha! No, no, Rupanjan child—there is not even a single drop of need to harbor any sorrow or any trouble within your own mind regarding this thievery; I myself arranged this through these two thieves with my own hands merely to administer a grand test of your intellect, child! Therefore, no harm will come to you. However, now that you have returned to the court after finishing the search of your room—open your own mouth and state before everyone in this court first, let see, child—exactly which thief from between these two ugly, notorious thieves standing in a corner of this court touched your cloth bag with his own dirty hands and truly stole it away, speak! Exactly who the real thief is among them—reveal that to me in a single second by the force of your razor-sharp intellect now, child, I wish to listen!"