As soon as the arrangements were complete the Persians took their places in the second-class car, which preceded the mortuary van, so as to have the precious corpse always under their surveillance.
At this moment there was a shout on the station platform I recognized the voice.

It was the Baron Weissschnitzerdoerfer shouting: "Stop! stop!" This time it was not a train on the start, but a hat in distress.

A sudden gust had swept through the station and borne off the baron's hat--a helmet-shaped hat of a bluish color.

It rolled on the platform, it rolled on the rails, it skimmed the enclosure and went out over the wall, and its owner ran his hardest to stop it.
At the sight of this wild pursuit the Caternas held their sides, the young Chinaman, Pan Chao, shouted with laughter, while Dr.Tio-King remained imperturbably serious.
The German purple, puffling and panting, could do no more.

Twice he had got his hand on his hat, and twice it had escaped him, and now suddenly he fell full length with his head lost under the folds of his overcoat; whereupon Caterna began to sing the celebrated air from "Miss Helyett": "Ah! the superb point of view--ew--ew--ew! Ah! the view unexpected by you--you--you--you!" I know nothing more annoying than a hat carried away by the wind, which bounds hither and thither, and spins and jumps, and glides, and slides, and darts off just as you think you are going to catch it.