Valentin stood
triumphantly pointing his finger towards a window on the left side of the road.
It was a large window labelled "Restaurant."
"Our cue at
last," cried Valentin, waving his stick; "the place with the broken
window."
He banged his way
into the restaurant, followed by his companions, and they were soon seated at a
late luncheon at a little table.
"Got your
window broken, I see," said Valentin to the waiter as he paid the bill.
"Well, two
gents in black came in," said the waiter; "two of those foreign parsons that are running about. They
had a cheap and quiet little lunch, and one of them paid for it and went out.
The other was just going out to join him when I looked at my change again and
found he'd paid me more than three times too much.
'Here,' I says
to the chap who was nearly out of the door, 'you've paid too much.'"