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"Do you know where this man Spatola lives?" "In Christie Place, sir; just about half a dozen doors from the store. I believe he rents a garret there, or something." Stillman seemed struck by this. "In view of the fact that the building was entered by way of the scuttle," said he to Ashton-Kirk, "I consider that a most interesting piece of information."
The eyes of the crowd were focused upon the door from which Spatola had emerged. I saw two figures come out, one grim and silent who made his way toward the street doors, the other who came quickly down the aisle Ballard Senior and Jack. The latter questioned an usher and was shown directly to my box, by his prominence investing both himself and me with immediate publicity.
"The Swedes know the science of music; but they are hard; they are seldom artists; they cannot express. And when one of this nation a man with the ice of his country in his soul tried to instruct me how to play the warm music of my own Italy, I called him a fool!" "I see," said the investigator. "I am to blame," said Spatola, contritely. "But I could not help it.
"I don't understand," said Spatola, anxiously. "The easier you make it for us, the easier it will be for you," Osborne told him. "If you make us sweat, fitting this thing to you, we'll give you the limit. Don't forget that." "I have done nothing," said Spatola, earnestly. "I have done nothing. And yet you keep me here. Is there not a law?" "There is," said Osborne, grimly.
"But the Standard's young man is no deep thinker. The single fact that Hume was a lover of real music should have shown him that his theory was wrong." Fuller considered a moment. "I don't think I quite get that," said he. "It is simple enough. Hume being sensitive to harmony, asked Spatola very frequently to play for him; and, according to Brolatsky, paid him rather well for each performance.
The woman nodded positively. "I'm certain sure of it," she said. "I remember saying more than once to my gentlemen on the different floors, that Mr. Spatola must be awfully lonely sometimes. Mr. Crawford would often come up here and smoke with him and play a game or two of Pedro. Mr. Hertz tried it a couple of times; but him and Mr. Spatola couldn't hit it very well." "How many lodgers have you?"
"But there will be a delay," said his friend. "And that may be what we need just now. Perhaps a few hours will mean success. You can never tell. The best that we could get by explaining matters to Sime would be a positive identification of Spatola, or the reverse. And we can get that from him at any time. So you see, we lose nothing by waiting."
"Hello!" greeted he. "Glad to see you. You're just in time to see me turn a new trick. Here's the people that Spatola bought the bayonet from. How does that strike you?" But Bernstine leaned over and said something in a low tone; and the smile instantly departed. "Oh," said Osborne, ruefully, "this is the party who called to see you, is it?"
"Morris, under the name of Crawford, occupied a room on the floor below Spatola; and as soon as the musician entered through the scuttle, he descended the stairs and went immediately to his friend's room to console and encourage him. "Some time passed, and while they were still talking they heard a step upon the stairs leading to the attic.
And now, as he was apparently engaged, they would not trouble him, and with that they disappeared within Sagon's room." "Then," said Pendleton, "they had gone up through the attic, across the roofs, committed the deed, and returned while Spatola was with Morris?" "It would seem so." "But suppose that on reaching the attic, upon their return they had found Spatola there?"
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