“Merely from curiosity,” Nick repeated.
“Vell, you vas better pocket your curiosity,” snapped the other. “Junk—that’s vat I said.”
“I heard you.”
“For vat else would I go dere?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Nick said more sternly.
“Vell, you dake it out in vanting.”
“See here, old man, this hair of yours don’t appear quite——”
Nick broke off abruptly.
He had reached down while speaking and seized the man’s soiled woolen cap and mop of gray hair, giving them a violent jerk.
They came away in his hand, while the gray beard of the bowed rascal was torn out of place.