You van' heem?"
"Well, I'll have to think about that," Burns temporized. "But tell him
not to worry. We'll find a job before we let him go. He ought to play in
a restaurant or theatre, oughtn't he, Louis?"
Louis shook his head. "More men nor places," he said. "But ve see--ve
see."
"All right. Now ask him how he came to stand in front of my house in the
storm and fiddle."
To this Louis obtained a long reply, at which he first shook his head,
then nodded and laughed, with a rejoinder which brought a sudden rush of
tears to the black eyes below. Louis turned to Burns.
"He say man lead heem here, make heem stand by window, make sign to
heem to play. I tell heem man knew soft heart eenside."
To the edge of his coppery hair the blood rushed into the face of Red
Pepper Burns. Whether he would be angry or amused was for the moment an
even chance, as Ellen, watching him, understood. Then he shook his fist
with a laugh.
"Just wait till I catch that fellow!" he threatened. "A nice way out of
his own obligations to a starving fellow man."
He sent Louis back to town on the electric car line, with a round fee in
his pocket, and the instruction to leave no stone unturned to find Franz
work for his violin, himself promising to aid him in any plan he might
formulate.
In three days the young Hungarian was so far himself that Burns had him
downstairs to sit by the office fire, and a day more put him quite on
his feet.
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