Otto Schmitt shook his head dubiously.
"Emil owes on his building loan," he observed.
"Emil's coming in," firmly repeated Carl Klug. "He is a friend of mine. I will lend him the money and he pays me when we sell out."
Mr. Wallingford glanced out of the window at the shining cab and smiled. With business people like these he felt that he could get on.
"When, then, do we form the partnership?" he asked.
"To-morrow!" Jens promptly informed him. "We all put in what money we want to, and we take out according to what we put in."
Jens, who had condemned Mr. Wallingford at sight as a "skinner," now kept as close to him as possible, and beamed up at him all the time; one cordial handshake from the man of millions had won him over.
"Carl," he suggested, "you must take Mr. Wallingford over to the cellar."
"Oh, we all go there," said big Otto Schmitt, and they all laughed, Carl more than any of them.
"Come on," he said.