"You'll notice," said he, "that this nobby spring suit in our latest style is cheap at the price. Fancy, a thing like that for only sixty dollars!"
"I see," said the stranger.
"Payable in advance," said James.
The stranger handed them each a check and thoughtfully drew on the shabby clothes of the Watermelon. It had not been long since he had worn rags of a necessity, and he hitched them up with the skill bred of familiarity. He thrust the pen and book into a pocket he had first made sure was holeless. Then he turned to the two and his eyes gleamed.
"How much for the car?" he asked.
Mike raised his hands to Heaven. "The car? James, does he think we stole his car?"
"A stock-broker," said James, "would suspect his own mother."
"If you want youse car," said Mike, "go to the hotel."
"Bah," snapped the stranger. "Do you think I was weaned yesterday? Be quick and tell me your price."
"I have no price," said Mike proudly, not sure where the car was.