“SEE ME UNMASK THIS JEW.”
But poor Tibbitts was finally conquered. There was a Jew on board who was selling the “art work” of the country. He spoke all languages, as the Continental Jews all can. Tibbitts admired a little ivory carving.
“What is the price of it?”
“My tear sir ze work of art vill be given avay for ze redeecoolus sum oof two huntret francs. It gost me dwice dot.”
Then Tibbitts winked a wink of intelligence to the rest of us, as if he should say, “See me unmask this Jew.”