negotiations had been frustrated by a crabbed and violentlooking man
with a repellent club. Nevertheless, the voice alone had ensnared the
connoisseur it was, by the test of the pipe which he carried on all his
quests, d in alt, and would thus complete the major chord of a chime
which he had long been building up. She had loved, best of all,
harmonic combinations of the clock bells. Every day he would halt in
front of the place and wait to hear it strike, and its owner would peer
out from behind it and shake a wasted fist and curse him with strange,
hoarse foreign oaths, while willy woolly tugged at his trouser leg and