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A KING UP HIS SLEEVE.
The tall handsome girl was taking down the shutters from the shop front at No.

19 in the Konigstrasse.

She went about her work languidly enough, but there was a tinge of dusky red on her cheeks and her eyes were brightened by some suppressed excitement.

Old Mother Holf, leaning against the counter, was grumbling angrily because Bauer did not come.
Now it was not likely that Bauer would come just yet, for he was still in the infirmary attached to the police-cells, where a couple of doctors were very busy setting him on his legs again.