“Good-evening,” said Mr. Gubb. “I presume you are taking an observation of the dinner-party within the inside of the club.”
The old gentleman turned sharply.
A HEAD SILHOUETTED AGAINST ONE OF THE GLOWING WINDOWS
“Shess!” he said. “I look at der peoples eading and drinking. Alvays I like to see dot. Und sooch goot eaders! Dot man mit der black beard, he vos a schplendid eader!”
Mr. Gubb raised himself to his knees and looked into the dining-room.
“That,” he said, “is the Honorable Mr. Jonas Medderbrook, the wealthiest rich man in Riverbank.”
“Metterbrook? Mettercrook?” said the old German-American. “Not Chones, eh?”
“Not Jones, to my present personal knowledge at this time,” said Philo Gubb.