JIM. There's a Pinkerton here—come last night—had a letter to me from the Chief—sayin' they knew of me, an' hoped I'd co-operate with this fellow in watchin' you—and they'd pay well for it.
SAM. [Smiling.] What did you say?
JIM shakes head—goes up centre.
EM'LY. Why, Jim kicked him off—of our stoop.
General laugh.—LIZBETH crosses to forge and gets pan. ESROM enters playing jew's-harp.
ESROM. What about the coke, Mistah Vernon?
JOE. [At forge.] Don't want none. [Suddenly.] See here; look at this clinker.
ESROM. Can't understand that—shouldn't ought to be no clinker in dat coke.
JOE. Well, there it is—hard as flint.
ESROM. [Examines clinker.] Funny clinker.