“I come back. An’ he was standin’ there. His hat in his hand. A funny
guy, he seemed then: like no mechanic. Sort o’ seemed I hadn’t seen him
before. I tells him: ‘Nothin’ doin’.’ I wasn’t gone a minute. He nods.
Puts on his hat. Lights out.”
“What did he look like?”
The man writhed in the effort of search and of articulation.
“He was funny lookin’. Didn’t look like no mechanic. I dunno. The light
ain’t much, you see, on the floor. He was dressed dark-like ... and ...
I dunno ... seems sort o’ like his head, it was white.”
_o_