He picked it up and took out an age-mellowed violin.
"I think clearer when I play," he said, glumly, to Brice.
"And I've nearly a million dollars' worth of thinking to do in this half hour.

Is it forbidden to fiddle?
Milo's father paid $4,000 for this violin.

It's a genuine Strad.

And it gives me peace and clear vision.

May I play, or-- ?" "Go ahead, if you want to," vouchsafed Gavin, fancying he read the attempt of a charlatan to remain picturesque to the end.
"Only get your thinking done, and come to a decision before the half hour is up.