"But Herr Gabert.

What happen to him ?" Again there was a pause.

Then the German said slowly: "I am nod rich; but efery year I send a leetle money to Stuttgart to put some flowers on Herr Gabert's grave." The chauffeur's face brightened.

He got up from his chair and solemnly shook Dan'l's hand.
"You are great musician," he announced.

"You can believe it, for it is true.