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He had reached Hietzing on Monday evening about 8 o'clock. He was
thirsty, as usual, and had about two gulden in his possession, his wages
for the last day's work. He turned into a tavern in Hietzing and ate and
drank until his money was all gone, and he had not even enough left to
pay for a night's lodging. But Knoll was not worried about that. He was
accustomed to sleeping out of doors, and as this was a particularly fine
evening, there was nothing in the prospect to alarm him. He set
about finding a suitable place where he would not be disturbed by the
guardians of the law. His search led him by chance into a newly opened
street. This suited him exactly. The fences were easy to climb, and
there were several little summer houses in sight which made much more
agreeable lodgings than the ground under a bush. And above all, the
street was so quiet and deserted that he knew it was just the place for
him. He had never been in the street before, and did not know its name.
He passed the four houses at the end of the street--he was on the
left sidewalk--and then he came to two fenced-in building lots. These
interested him. He was very agile, raised himself up on the fences
easily and took stock of the situation. One of the lots did not appeal
to him particularly, but the second one did. It bordered on a large
garden, in the middle of which he could see a little house of some kind.
It was after sunset but he could see things quite plainly yet for the
air was clear and the moon was just rising. He saw also that in the
vacant lot adjoining the garden, a lot which appeared to have been
a garden itself once, there was a sort of shed. It looked very much
damaged but appeared to offer shelter sufficient for a fine night.

The shed stood on a little raise of the ground near the high iron fence
that protected the large garden. Knoll decided that the shed would make
a good place to spend the night. He climbed the fence easily and walked
across the lot. When he was just settling himself for his nap, he heard
the clock on a near-by church strike nine. The various drinks he had had
for supper put him in a mood that would not allow him to get to sleep
at once. The bench in the old shed was decidedly rickety and very
uncomfortable, and as he was tossing about to find a good position, a
thought came into his mind which he acknowledged was not a commendable
one. It occurred to him that if he pursued his investigations in the
neighbourhood