"You are of the railroad?"
"Assuredly. Do I not look black enough?"
"Quite so. Where do you live?"
"In Kempten."
"Where do you go now?"
Rowland laughed.
"To the lake for a bath. You would like to do the same if you had spent the night upon my locomotive."
Here the younger man broke in, "The man described has gray hair. As you will see, that of Herr Knaus is black."
"Aye, and his skin too," laughed Rowland. And then, "You were looking for someone?"
"A tall man with gray hair and a girl whose hair is reddish brown. You did not see by chance upon the road, a hurdy-gurdy, a piano-organ on wheels, drawn by a small donkey?"