No, Lovak had not seen DeBar.

But he had news.

That day the authorities--the police--had confiscated twenty dressed hogs, and in each porcine carcass they had found four-quart bottles of whisky, artistically imbedded in the leaf-lard fat.
The day before those same authorities had confiscated a barrel of "kerosene." They were becoming altogether too officious, Lovak thought.
Aldous went on.

He looked in at a dozen restaurants, and twice as many soft-drink emporiums, where phonographs were worked until they were cracked and dizzy.

He stopped at a small tobacco shop, and entered to buy himself some cigars.