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like to share some of it with me? '
'Leave me alone, for Christ's sake! ' said the barman and promptly hid
the money.
The woman laughed.
'Oh, go to hell, you old miser! I was only joking. . . .' And she went
on downstairs.
Andrei Fokich slowly got up, raised his hand to straighten his hat and
discovered that it was not on his head. He desperately wanted not to go
back, but he missed his hat. After some hesitation he made up his mind, went
back and rang the bell.
'What do you want now? ' asked Hella.
'I forgot my hat,' whispered the barman, tapping his bald head. Hella
turned round and the little man shut his eyes in horror. When he opened
them, Hella was offering him his hat and a sword with a black hilt.
'It's not mine. . . .' whispered the barman, pushing away the sword
and quickly putting on his hat.
'Surely you didn't come without a sword?' asked Hella in surprise.
Andrei Fokich muttered something and hurried off downstairs. His head
felt uncomfortable and somehow too hot. He took off his hat and gave a
squeak of horror--he was holding a velvet beret with a bedraggled
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