“Und vat is your point?” inquired the German drummer.
“Point is—he'll not take any goods off you or me; but he's going to talk up the killer to any consumptive he runs across. I ain't done with him yet. Say,” (he now addressed the proprietor), “what's her name?”
“Whose name?”
“Woman runs the eating-house.”
“Glen. Mrs. Glen.”
“Ain't she new?”
“Been settled here about a month. Husband's a freight conductor.”
“Thought I'd not seen her before. She's a good-looker.”
“Hm! Yes. The kind of good looks I'd sooner see in another man's wife than mine.”
“So that's the gait, is it?”