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The High Street is under a wet, silvery, evening mist. The street lamps have big yellow courtyards of light about them and the people are walking on cotton-wool. Shop windows show up to right and left like mysterious fires. Wolf swims up through the fog and dives into it again. The trees gleam black and wet under the street lamps.
With me is Valentin Laher. He is not complaining exactly, but he cannot forget the famous acrobatic turn with which he made such a hit in Paris and Budapest. "That's all finished now, Ernst," he says. "My joints creak like a stiff shirt and I've got rheumatism, too. I've rehearsed and rehearsed till I've dropped. It is no use trying it any more."