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Updated: May 14, 2025
I had made the customary preparations for the meeting, had borrowed three chairs I had but one myself had cleaned all my pipes, and had persuaded Hans to take the breakfast dishes from the sofa and carry them downstairs. One by one my friends arrived, the clock struck seven, and to our great astonishment, Solling had not yet appeared.
These animals are to be cooked and eaten this evening in Mathiesen's establishment, and I invite this honored company to join me there. Personally I look upon the disappearance of these arms as an all-wise intervention of Providence, which sets its own inscrutable wisdom up against the wisdom which we would otherwise have heard from the lips of my venerable friend Sölling."
"But it was no ordinary sneak thief," he added, hanging his overcoat behind the door. "What have you lost?" asked my neighbor Nansen. "Both arms from the new skeleton I've just recently received from the hospital," said Sölling with an expression as if his last cent had been taken from him. "It's vandalism!"
I hid my booty under my overcoat, nodded to the sleepy old janitor as he opened the door to me, and a few moments later I entered my own room with an expression which I had attempted to make quite calm and careless. "What the devil is the matter with you, Simsen?" cried Solling as he saw me. "Have you seen a ghost? Or is the punch wearing off already?
We thought you'd never come; why, it's nearly twelve o'clock!" Without a word I drew back my overcoat and laid my booty on the table. "By all the devils," exclaimed Sölling in anatomical enthusiasm, "where did you find that superb arm? Simsen knows what he's about all right. It's a girl's arm; isn't it beautiful? Just look at the hand how fine and delicate it is! Must have worn a No. 6 glove.
"Not much," cut in Niels Daae; "you have no right to it. It was buried in the earth and dug out again; it is a find, and all the rest of us have just as much right to it as you have." "Yes, every one of us has some share in it," said some one else. "But what are you going to do about it?" remarked Sölling. "It would be vandalism to break up that arm.
"But it was no ordinary sneak thief," he added, hanging his overcoat behind the door. "What have you lost?" asked my neighbor Nansen. "Both arms from the new skeleton I've just recently received from the hospital," said Solling with an expression as if his last cent had been taken from him. "It's vandalism!"
"For we were just going to study the ANATOMY of the arm to-night." "Osteology," corrected Solling gravely. "Get out your skeleton, little Simsen. It isn't as good as mine, but it will do for this evening."
I was studying at the University, and being coached in anatomy by my old friend Solling. He was an amusing fellow, this Solling. Full of jokes and whimsical ideas, and equally merry, whether he was working at the dissecting table or brewing a punch for a jovial crowd. He had but one fault if one might call it so and that was his exaggerated idea of punctuality.
Have you been stupid enough to take them down off their frames, and take away their tickets? I had marked them so carefully, that each man should get his own again." I dressed hastily and went out with Niels into the fresh, cool morning air. A few minutes later we separated, and I turned toward the street where Sölling lived.
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