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As to murderously inclined foes, Mr. Linder disclaimed knowledge of any. The notion that the trombonist had given a signal he derided as an "Old Sleuth pipe-dream." As time went on and "clues" came to nothing, the police had no greater concern than quietly to forget, according to custom, a problem beyond their limited powers.
"Run and get him, Birger," she urged. "Oh, run quick!" "Erik, Erik, come here!" cried Birger, running after his friend. But before Birger's voice reached his ears, the trombonist had said very plainly and harshly, "Get away from here, you dirty Lapp!" and poor Erik was looking at him with shame and anger in his eyes, when Birger took hold of his clenched hand and led him away from the bandstand.
Arbuthnot, otherwise Ransom?" said Average Jones blandly. The man's chin jerked back. His jaw dropped. "Would you like to hire another B-flat trombonist?" pursued the young man. "Who are you?" gasped the other. "What do you want?"
At the ringing of this bell, Sister Benigna rose instantly, saying, "Welcome sound!" Loretz also came forth from his corner. He was about to speak to Leonhard, when Benigna took up the trombone which was lying on the piano, and said, "I am curious to know how many rehearsals you have had, sir. It is time, Elise, that our trombonist reported."
Nowhere in the world, not even in the music loving Fatherland, a wandering trombonist who had visited the states had solemnly assured him, were expert performers on any sort of instrument so well paid and so well beloved as in the city of New York. "Much work is waiting, eh?" said Kreutzer, eagerly.
Several times a trombonist came to town, and music revived noticeably. But none of them lasted. Trombonists seem to be temperamental, and when they are not changing jobs they are resigning from the band because they are not allowed to play enough solos. Our greatest bonanza was a quiet chap named Williams, who came to town to work in the moulding room of the plow factory.
Canvass of the local trucking industry brought to light the conveyor of that elegant article of furniture. It had gone, Average Jones learned, not to the mansion of the Honorable William Linder, as he had fondly hoped, but to an obscure address not far from the Navy Yard in Brooklyn. To this address, having looked up and gathered in the B-flat trombonist, Average Jones led the way.
But when this gentleman, sitting at ease in his chair, is noticed by a trombonist, placed for that purpose In the street, below " "The Dutch horn-player!" cried the politician. "Then it was him; and I'll " "Only an innocent tool," interrupted Average Jones, in his turn. "He had no comprehension of what he was doing.
For five successive evenings thereafter Average Jones sat in the senile house, awaiting personal response to the following advertisement which he had inserted in the Universal: WANTED B-flat trombonist. Must have had experience as street player. Apply between 8 and 10 p. m. R , 300 East 100th Street.
Monsieur in a greasy green dressing-gown odorous of tobacco, swearing at a boy with blear eyes, a scene-shifter. The orchestra tuning beyond the foot-lights: how vilely the first violin slurred over that second passage! "Life's Prophecy," I called it; and that "Vision of Heaven," the trombonist came in always false on the bass, because, as Monsieur said, he had always two brandy-slings too much.
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