Can either of you sing ?" "I can," admitted Curtis.
"That will help some.

Strike up any sort of sailor's chanty when we're in the restaurant." Late as the hour, East Broadway was full to repletion with a cosmopolitan crowd.

It was a Thursday evening, and the Hebrew Sabbath began at sunset on the following day, so the poor Jews of the quarter were out in their thousands, either buying provisions for the coming holiday or attracted by the light and bustle.

Heavy looking Russians, olive-skinned Italians, placid Germans, wild-eyed and pallid Czechs, lounged along the thoroughfare, chatting with compatriots, or gathering in amused groups to hear the strange patter of some voluble merchant retailing goods from a barrow.

From the interiors of tiny shops and cellars came eldritch voices crying the nature and remarkable qualities of the wares within.