The cerebellum man wanted
his purse. We could not find it; after exhaustive inquiry found that the
lung youth had stolen it. Another patient claimed he had lost thirty-six
francs; so down we had to go once more, search his package--the
smelliest of the lot--and at last found the money pinned into the lining
of his coat, also a watch. Jan took them back to him, wound up the watch
and set it. The grateful owner said that the watch was an ornament, but
that he could not read it.
The French were never in Nish at all--all lies; but Austrian aeroplanes
had bombed it and killed several people. The Bulgarian comitaj cut the
line at Vranja, but had been badly beaten in a battle near Zaichar. The
flight over Gotch degenerated into a joke, and Jo was commissioned to do
a caricature of it.
Suddenly a refugee turned up, the hostess of the rest house in Nish. She
was very worried about the loss of her fifteen trunks, which she had had
to leave, and which contained all her family mementoes and miniatures.
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