“Came from our place, didn’t it?” continued Frank, seeing his smile.
“It sure did, and I think I know whose it is, Frank,” replied the salesman.
“How could you be sure? Lots of these are sold every season.”
“Well, you notice that it’s just about new, and never been washed, for the stiffening is in it still. That shows it was bought recently, don’t it?” asked Gabe.
“Sounds reasonable,” admitted Frank, for this was just what he himself had in mind all along.
“Well, we ran out of these a week back, and ordered more. They got in Friday evening, and I sold just one yesterday. They’re different in design from our old ones, too. See the point?” said Gabe, triumphantly.
“Sure. Who bought that one, now?”
“Mr. William Klemm, Jr.,” came the expected response.
“Thanks; I thought so,” and Frank turned away, leaving Gabe looking after him and muttering:
“I reckon something’s going to happen close to Billy Klemm just about now.”