3504. The two of them looking at me in disbelief and what I
said did not seem to register with either of them. After a moment they
continued talking as if I was not there, and as if anything I said was not
worth responding to.
3505. The crux of their conversation was the warehouse on
Broad Street from which we had removed the copper pipe. At one time it belonged
to an old man who ran a printing establishment. For some reason or other he was
arrested, tried for something or other, and went to prison.
3506. In prison he died and since he had no family his
building became an orphan. For two years the mortgage and the taxes went unpaid
and finally a bank assumed control of the property and prepared to list it for
sale.
3507. The building had not yet been put on the market
because the paperwork for the transfer of the property was incomplete. In that
situation there was nobody who knew the condition of the building, and nobody bothered
to look after it.
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