Hahn produced a worn pocket-book. He wanted to send fifteen dollars to Karslruhe.
Fifteen dollars? It was a long way to send only fifteen dollars. The worst of it was, the commission was heavier in proportion for a small sum like that. It cost the company as much to send fifteen dollars as it would cost to send five hundred.
"Vot gompany?"
"This one. Who sent you here?"
"Fleischmann, Sevent' Avenue."
"Well, didn't he tell you about the company?"
"All Fleischmann tell me is de address." What he wanted, Hahn went on, was to send fifteen dollars every fortnight.
"Oh, every fortnight." The polished head bent over the address.
Hahn opened his pocket-book and fingered some bills. But how was he to know the money would reach Karlsruhe?
"Simple enough; we guarantee it. I give you a receipt." The man opened a book of printed forms, dipped a pen into a dirty ink-stand, and wrote the date.