let the boy stay here a while," he suggested, "he would
turn out all right, maybe."

"What's the matter?" Zwiebel asked. "Ain't you got the five thousand
handy?"

"The five thousand is nothing," Rothman retorted. "You could get your
five thousand whenever you want it. The fact is, Zwiebel, while the boy
is a low-life, y'understand, I take an interest in that boy and I want
to see if I couldn't succeed in making a man of him."

Mr. Zwiebel waved his hand with the palm outward.

"'S all right, Rothman," he said. "You shouldn't put yourself to all
that trouble. You done enough for the boy, and I'm sure I'm thankful to
you. Besides, I'm sick of fooling away fifteen dollars every week."

Rothman shrugged his shoulders.

"Nah!" he said. "Keep the fifteen dollars, I will pay him the fifteen
dollars out of my own pocket."

"But the boy is all the time complaining, Rothman, he couldn't live on
fifteen dollars a week."

"All right, I'll give him twenty."

Zwiebel rose to his feet.

"You will, hey?" he roared. "You couldn't get that boy for fifty,
Rothman, nor a hundred, neither, because I knew it all along, Rothman,
and I always said it, that boy is a natural-born business man,
y'understand, and next week I shall go to work and buy a cloak and suit
business and put him into it. And that's all I got to say to you."

* * * * *

Maximilian Levy, real-estate operator, sat in his private office and
added up figures on the back of an envelope. As he did so, Charles
Zwiebel entered.

"Mr. Levy?" Zwiebel said.

"That's my name," Levy answered.

"My name is Mr. Zwiebel," his visitor announced, "and I came to see you
about a business matter."

"Take a seat, Mr. Zwiebel," Levy replied. "Seems to me I hear that name
somewheres."

"I guess you did hear it before," Zwiebel said. "Your girl works by the
same place what my boy used to work."

"Oh, Milton Zwiebel," Levy cried. "Sure I heard the name before. My
Clara always talks about what a good boy he is."

"I bet yer that's a good boy," Zwiebel declared proudly, "and a good
business head, too, Mr. Levy. In fact, I am arranging about putting the
boy into a cloak and suit business, and I understood you was a business
broker as well as a real-estate operator."

"Not no longer," Levy answered. "I used to be a business broker years
ago already, but I give it up since way before the Spanish War."

"Never mind," Zwiebel said; "mayb