Finally, with a sigh of satisfaction, he laid his bow on the ledge of the stand, stood his violin in a corner of the window-seat and turned to the visitors.
He was an odd-looking chap, tall and thin, with a long, lean face under a mop of black hair that was badly in need of trimming.

His near-sighted eyes blinked from behind the round lenses of a pair of rubber-rimmed spectacles and his rather nondescript clothes seemed on the point of falling off of him.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said politely, "but it's getting dark and I did want to get that thing before I quit.

Want to buy something ?".