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"
Now
Barrington
reaches
inside
his
pocket
and
produces
an
engraved
business
card
,
proclaiming
him
to
be
a
preeminent
dealer
in
rare
and
antique
musical
instruments
.
‘
So
this
violin
is
rare
?
’
asks
mine
host
.
‘
Indeed
it
is
,
’
says
Barrington
,
still
admiring
it
with
awe
,
‘
and
worth
in
excess
of
a
hundred
thousand
dollars
,
unless
I
miss
my
guess
.
Even
as
a
dealer
in
such
things
I
would
pay
fifty
—
no
,
seventy
-
five
thousand
dollars
,
good
cash
money
for
such
an
exquisite
piece
.
I
have
a
man
on
the
West
Coast
who
would
buy
it
tomorrow
,
sight
unseen
,
with
one
telegram
,
and
pay
whatever
I
asked
for
it
.
’
And
then
he
consults
his
watch
,
and
his
face
falls
.
‘
My
train
—
’
he
says
.
‘
I
have
scarcely
enough
time
to
catch
my
train
!
Good
sir
,
when
the
owner
of
this
inestimable
instrument
should
return
,
please
give
him
my
card
,
for
,
alas
,
I
must
be
away
.
’
And
with
that
,
Barrington
leaves
,
a
man
who
knows
that
time
and
the
train
wait
for
no
man
.
"
Mine
host
examines
the
violin
,
curiosity
mingling
with
cupidity
in
his
veins
,
and
a
plan
begins
to
bubble
up
through
his
mind
.
But
the
minutes
go
by
,
and
Abraham
does
not
return
.
And
now
it
is
late
,
and
through
the
door
,
shabby
but
proud
,
comes
our
Abraham
,
our
fiddle
-
player
,
and
he
holds
in
his
hands
a
wallet
,
a
wallet
that
has
seen
better
days
,
a
wallet
that
has
never
contained
more
than
a
hundred
dollars
on
its
best
day
,
and
from
it
he
takes
the
money
to
pay
for
his
meal
or
his
stay
,
and
he
asks
for
the
return
of
his
violin
.
"
Mine
host
puts
the
fiddle
in
its
case
on
the
counter
,
and
Abraham
takes
it
like
a
mother
cradling
her
child
.
‘
Tell
me
,
’
says
the
host
(
with
the
engraved
card
of
a
man
who
’
ll
pay
fifty
thousand
dollars
,
good
cash
money
,
burning
in
his
inside
breast
pocket
)
,
‘
how
much
is
a
violin
like
this
worth
?
For
my
niece
has
a
yearning
on
her
to
play
the
fiddle
,
and
it
’
s
her
birthday
coming
up
in
a
week
or
so
.
’
"
‘
Sell
this
fiddle
?
’
says
Abraham
.
‘
I
could
never
sell
her
.
I
’
ve
had
her
for
twenty
years
I
have
,
fiddled
all
over
the
country
with
her
.
And
to
tell
the
truth
,
she
cost
me
all
of
five
hundred
dollars
back
when
I
bought
her
.
’
"
Mine
host
keeps
the
smile
from
his
face
.
‘
Five
hundred
dollars
?
What
if
I
were
to
offer
you
a
thousand
dollars
for
it
,
here
and
now
?
’
"
The
fiddle
player
looks
delighted
,
then
crestfallen
,
and
he
says
,
‘
But
lordy
,
I
’
m
a
fiddle
player
,
sir
,
it
’
s
all
I
know
how
to
do
.
This
fiddle
knows
me
and
she
loves
me
,
and
my
fingers
know
her
so
well
I
could
play
an
air
upon
her
in
the
dark
.
Where
will
I
find
another
that
sounds
so
fine
?
A
thousand
dollars
is
good
money
,
but
this
is
my
livelihood
.
Not
a
thousand
dollars
,
not
for
five
thousand
.
"
"
Mine
host
sees
his
profits
shrinking
,
but
this
is
business
,
and
you
must
spend
money
to
make
money
.
‘
Eight
thousand
dollars
,
’
he
says
.
‘
It
’
s
not
worth
that
,
but
I
’
ve
taken
a
fancy
to
it
,
and
I
do
love
and
indulge
my
niece
.
’
"
Abraham
is
almost
in
tears
at
the
thought
of
losing
his
beloved
fiddle
,
but
how
can
he
say
no
to
eight
thousand
dollars
?
—
especially
when
mine
host
goes
to
the
wall
safe
,
and
removes
not
eight
but
nine
thousand
dollars
,
all
neatly
banded
and
ready
to
be
slipped
into
the
fiddle
player
’
s
threadbare
pocket
.
‘
You
’
re
a
good
man
,
’
he
tells
his
host
.
‘
You
’
re
a
saint
!
But
you
must
swear
to
take
care
of
my
girl
!
’
and
,
reluctantly
,
he
hands
over
his
violin
.
"
