His name is Spatola, und he
plays the violin the gurb-stones beside."
"What time was it that you saw him?"
"Maybe elefen o'clock. I am not sure. But it was just a little while
before I got me the rush of customers from the theaters."
"Did you notice his manner? Was there anything unusual in his looks?"
"I had me only a glimbs of him. He looked about the same as effer. He
was in a hurry, for it rained a liddle; und under his coat yet he
carried his fiddle."
"If it was under his coat, how do you know it was his fiddle?"
The German scratched his head in a reflective way.
"I don't know it," said he at last. "But he somedimes takes his
instrument inside there, und I just get the notion that it was so.
Yes?"
"When did he come out?"
The man shook his head.
"I don'd know," he said.
"Do you mean that you saw no one come out?"
"No; I _did_ see someone come out. But first I see me someone else go
in."
"Ah! And who was that?"
"I don't know his name; but I had seen him often before. He is a kind
of svell feller. He had a cane und plendy of style."
"And later you saw someone come out. Now, your use of the word
'someone' leads me to think that you do not know whether it was
Spatola or the stranger.
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