"Is there anything you want?" asked the clock-mender.
Herr Ludwig turned. How old this clock-mender was, how very old!
"Yes," he said. "I've a watch I should like you to look over." And he
carelessly laid the beautiful time-piece on the worn wooden counter.
The clock-mender literally pounced upon it. "Where did you get a watch
like this?" he demanded suspiciously.
"It is mine. You will find my name engraved inside the back lid."
The clock-mender pried open the case, adjusted his glass--and dropped
it, shaking with terror.
"You?" he whispered.
"Sh!" said Herr Ludwig, putting a finger to his lips.
CHAPTER XIV
FIND THE WOMAN
The watch, slipping from the clock-mender's hand, spun like a coin on
the counter, while the clock-mender himself, his eyes bulging, his jaw
dangling, it might be said, staggered back upon his stool.
"So this is the end?" he said in a kind of mutter.
"The end of what?" demanded the owner of the watch.
"Of all my labors, to me and to what little I have left!"
"Fiddlesticks! I am here for no purpose regarding you, my comrade. So
far as I am concerned, your secret is as dead as it ever was. I had a
fancy that you were living in Paris."
"Paris! _Gott!_ For seventeen, eighteen years I have traveled hither and
thither, always on some false clue.
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