The doctor signalled a policeman, and entered into conversation:--
"What is going on in Seltzer Hall?"
"Well, sir, there's a kind of a concert, I guess. They play on goblets,
they say--just common glass goblets--and make fine music."
"An afternoon entertainment?"
"Yes, sir, as a kind of introduction, you know; they expect to get a
crowd for evening by the means."
"Do you know where tickets are to be had?"
The policeman indicated a bookstore at his left by a gesture from his
thumb, and said, "Right here," and offered to secure some at once. He
knew Dr. Everett; many of the policemen did.
His offer was accepted with thanks, and the doctor presently wound his
way out from the network with two green tickets in his pocket. His plans
for the afternoon had been suddenly changed. Instead of spending the
time in Sewell alley, he had decided to attend a musical exhibition, the
instruments being goblets!
He must make all speed now, so he left the crowded street and dodged
through several byways to the stables.
No use to keep his horses. "She would be afraid to drive through such
crowds," he explained to himself, "and I should be afraid to leave the
carriage standing."
Rushing out from the stables he caught just the right street-car, and
in a short space of time was ringing at Mr.
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