The officer politely gave him a detailed route.
"Follow these directions and you will have no trouble in finding the Adlergasse." "Much obliged." Trouble?
Scarcely! He had put out his first protest against the world in the Adlergasse, forty years since.

He came to a stand before the old tavern.

Not even the sign had been painted anew, though the oak board was a trifle paler and there was a little more rust on the hinges.

Many a time he had fought with the various pot-boys.

He wondered if there were any pot-boys inside now.