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He went out but little,
and then, she opined with a disgustful sniff, for purposes strictly
alcoholic. Parcels came for him occasionally. These were usually
labeled "Glass. Handle with care." Oh! there was one other thing.
A huge, easy arm-chair from Carruthers and Company, mighty luxurious
for an eight-dollar lodger.
"Did he take that with him?" asked Average Jones.
"No. After he had been here a while he had a man come in and box it
up. He must have sent it away, but I never saw it go."
"Was this before or after the trombone players came?"
"Long after. It was after he had picked out his man and had him up
here practicing."
"Did--er--you ever--er--see this musician?" drawled Average Jones in
the slow tones of his peculiar excitement.
"Bless you, yes! Talked with him."
"What was he like?"
"He was a stupid old German. I always thought he was a sort of a
natural."
"Yes?" Average Jones peered out of the window. "Is this the man,
coming up the street?"
"It surely is," said the old lady.


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