Jimmie had an idea it wasn't common courtesy for a friend to come to one's home and ruin one's sister.

But he was not sure how much Pete knew about the rules of politeness.
The following night he returned home from work at rather a late hour in the evening.

In passing through the halls he came upon the gnarled and leathery old woman who possessed the music box.

She was grinning in the dim light that drifted through dust-stained panes.

She beckoned to him with a smudged forefinger.
"Ah, Jimmie, what do yehs t'ink I got onto las' night.