They Lived in Óbuda very Long Ago too

	– And also a dog!
Mirr-Murr picked up his head, returned immediately to the present, and had a look for who had spoken.  He saw a grinning, big-eared dog who nodded his head repeatedly.  Later, he politely introduced himself.
	– Oops, pardon!  My name is Brickyard Stop.  You can laugh!
	But Mirr-Murr did not laugh.  The dog watched contentedly.
	– It’s not my fault – he said. – This is the name I was given.  My master’s fondest memories are attached to the brickyard stop.  What’s your name?  And what are you looking for here?
	Mirr-Murr, too, politely smiled and introduced himself:
	– My name is Mirr-Murr.  And I am precisely a detective!  But this stays just between the two of us!
	Brickyard Stop nodded his head so enthusiastically that his head fell off.
	– Wow!  This is very exciting!  I want to be a detective too!  What are you investigating?  What are you looking for?  Who are you looking for?
	Mirr-Murr beckoned.
	– Bend down closer!  Here the walls too have ears!
	He looked to the ruins and corrected himself.
	– Regarding the ruins!  They have no walls.  But that’s why ears are possible!  Do you understand?
	Brickyard Stop shook his head confused.
	– I don’t understand.  What kind of ears?  And whose ears?
	Mirr-Murr waved his hand authoritatively.
	– I say it that way only figuratively.  That is the essence; we can’t babble on!
	Brickyard Stop zipped his mouth and bent down closer.
	Mirr-Murr said whispering.
	– I am looking for the sign!  That Oriza-Triznyák left!
	– Where? – whispered Brickyard Stop too.
	– Here somewhere! – Mirr-Murr pointed around. – The tracks lead here!  That is, one must start from the past!  From the letter ‘Ó!’  I’ll go left, you go right, and we’ll meet in the middle, over there by the museum.
	They departed, one to the right, the other to the left.  Brickyard Stop disappeared from Mirr-Murr’s sight.  Mirr-Murr looked around for anything sticking out among the ruins.  He saw a column, aimed for it, and ran.
	Now, too, he considered, that he had hit closely upon Oriza-Triznyák’s way of thinking, because on the column was a sign!  He ran around the paper strip over to where there was drawing on it.
	Mirr-Murr looked and looked at it.  What could it mean?  A letter “Ó” and a locomotive.  Then he struck himself in the forehead.  “Of course!  The locomotive is in the train station!  From the ‘Ó’ I head to the train stop!”  He plucked the paper and rolled it up so that the whole neighborhood should not have to see it!
	He looked around for the smiley dog.
	Brickyard Stop suddenly emerged from behind a ruin and grinningly licked his lips.
	– I too found more signs! – he said. – At first a piece of sausage.  Then half of a Vienna sausage.  Then a ham roll.
	– Where is it? – asked Mirr-Murr in his biggest tongue.
	– I ate them! – grinned Brickyard Stop. – I’ll hurry back!  This detective work is great! – and disappeared among the ruins.
	Mirr-Murr waved his hands.
	– I have never seen a more stupid dog of this kind!
	Then he shouted after the dog:
	– We’re not eating any more signs!
	But Brickyard Stop had already gone far away, and he didn’t hear.  Mirr-Murr held on to the spool and trotted out among the Roman ruins.