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No less than three separate public Menorah lightings kept the klezmer band busy that day; the crowds gathered for the Festival of Lights clapped and danced to the joyful music. One of the clarinetists was a bit reedy, but the brilliant fiddler beside him more than made up for that flaw.
At the third venue, a large shopping centre also adorned with artificial evergreen and ornaments for another holiday, the violinist made everybody laugh by swinging into "Yakety Sax" instead of "Hanukkah Oh Hanukkah." Several members of the crowd separated themselves and moved closer to the stage; the clarinetist swung his instrument and froze, and they took off in the direction the instrument pointed. The police caught one of the band's new road managers in the act of casing the warehouses behind the storefronts, as well as his lorry-driving partner who'd been about to help him load up.
"Let us know if you ever convert – we'd love to have you full-time!" The accordion-playing band leader shook Sherlock's hand.
John winced and shook out his left hand, still slower and clumsier than his right since the war wound. I know, I know – don't give up the day-job.
"A good day's work." Sherlock put away his violin and removed the glasses that were his sole disguise. "Let's get some latkes."
John grinned. "Brilliant."