“Does Peter Manton live here?” asked Larry.
“Vat is?” asked the woman.
Larry repeated his question, at the same time coming closer to the door, thinking the woman had not heard him.
“Ich weiss nicht,” she replied, that being the German equivalent for “I don’t know,” and then, having satisfied her curiosity, she closed the door.
“I guess that’s what most of ’em will say,” remarked Larry, who understood a little German.
He was about to knock on the third door of the first floor, when a boy stuck his head out of one apartment, and of him Larry asked where Peter lived.
“Has he a wart on his nose?” asked the boy.
“No,” said Larry, who knew Peter was not marked in any such way.
“Does he squint with his left eye?”
“Not that I know of.”