Wild and bizarre as his experiences had been that night, none was more whimsical than this bawling of a ballad in an East Broadway saloon while posing as a sailor with three sheets in the wind.
"Mostly Hungarians here," muttered Steingall.

"We seem to be in the right place, anyhow." "Let's eat," said Clancy suddenly.
Reflected in a cracked mirror he had seen a man and two women rise and leave a table in the corner occupied by the Count.

He skipped off the stool, and made for the vacant place; the others followed, and Curtis had several glasses raised to his honor as he passed through the merry-makers.
Clancy noisily summoned a waitress, and ordered four plates of spaghetti with tomatoes.

He sat with his back to the absorbed party beneath the window, and apologized with exaggerated politeness when his chair touched that of the Italian girl, though his accent, needless to say, was redolent of the East side.
"They do not come, then ?" he heard Vassilan say impatiently.
"P'raps notta to-night," said the girl, "but you sure meet-a dem here, mebbe to-morrow, mebbe de nex' day." The Count tore a leaf from a notebook and scribbled something rapidly.
When he spoke, it was to the Hungarian, and in Magyar, but it was easy to guess that he was giving earnest directions as to the delivery of the note.
"Now would be a good time to raise a row if we could manage it," growled Steingall.
Curtis was toying with his fourth meal since sunset, and admitted that he was ready for anything rather than spaghetti a la tomato.
"If there's enough varieties of Hungarians and Slavs in the street I can start a riot in less than no time," confided Devar.
"How ?" asked the detective.
"This way," and Devar began to sing.

He owned a light tenor, clear and melodious, and the air had a curiously barbaric lilt which, musically considered, was reminiscent of the gypsies' chorus in "The Bohemian Girl." But the words were couched in a strange tongue, sonorous and full voweled, and the Hungarians in the room became greatly stirred when it dawned on them that a semi-intoxicated American stoker was chanting a forbidden national melody.