Musical celebrities, as he had occasion to know, were always popping up in queer places.

Some new star probably, whose violin had been broken and who did not care to appear in public before the hour of his debut.
"Three o'clock," said Cutty.
"Very well, sir.

I promise to bring the violins myself." Cutty wrote out his check for a thousand and departed, the chuckle still going on inside of him.

Versatile old codger, wasn't he?
Promptly at three the dealer arrived, his arms and his hands gripping violin cases.

Cutty hurried to his assistance, accepted a part of the load, and beckoned to the man to follow him.