es to two he accompanied Meiselson down to Canal Street.

"Yes, Meiselson," Shimko began, as they approached Zamp's store.
"There's a feller which he ain't got no more sense as you have, and yet
he is doing a big business anyhow."

"What d'ye mean, no more sense as I got it?" Meiselson demanded.
"Always up to now I got sense enough to make a living, and I ain't
killed myself doing it, neither!"

For the remainder of their journey to Zamp's store Shimko sulked in
silence; but when at length they reached their destination he exclaimed
aloud:

"Did you ever see the like?" he cried. "The place is actually full up
with customers!"

Zamp's prediction had more than justified itself. When Shimko and
Meiselson entered, he looked up absently as he handled the rolls of
piece goods which he had purchased, for cash, only one hour previously.
Moreover, his pockets overflowed with money, for every customer had
paid a deposit of at least 25 per cent.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Zamp," Shimko cried. "This is Mr. Meiselson, the
gentleman which I am speaking to you about. He wants to go as partners
together with you."

Zamp ran his hand through his dishevelled hair. He was more than
confused by his sudden accession of trade.

"You got to excuse me, Mr. Shimko," he said, "I am very, very busy just
now."

Shimko winked furtively at Zamp.

"Sure, I know," he said, "but when could we see you later to-day?"

"You _couldn't_ see me later to-day," Zamp replied. "I am going to
work to-night getting out orders."

"_Natuerlich_," Shimko rejoined, "but couldn't you take a cup
coffee with us a little later?"

Zamp jumped nervously as the door opened to admit another customer. The
two clerks, supplemented by a third salesman, who had been hired by
telephone, were extolling the virtues of Zamp's wares in stentorian
tones, and the atmosphere of the little store was fairly suffocating.

"I couldn't think of it," Zamp answered, and turned to the newly
arrived customer. "Well, sir," he cried, "what could I do for _you_?"

"Say, lookyhere, Zamp," Shimko exploded angrily, "what is the matter
with you? I am bringing you here a feller which he wants to go as
partners together with you, and----"

At this juncture Meiselson raised his right hand like a traffic
policeman at a busy crossing.

"One moment, Mr. Shimko," he interrupted. "You are saying that I am the
feller which wants to go as partners together with Mr. Zamp?"

"Sure!" Shimko said.