BLUDOFFSKI.
His head was an irregular hump set fixedly on his shoulders so that one almost expected to hear it creak when he moved it. His eyes were little, and curiously stuck on either side of his thick, stumpy nose, as if it were only by the merest accident that they hadn't taken a position back of his ears or up in his forehead or down in his hollow cheeks. His entrance put a sudden and disagreeable stop to the conversation. Mr. O'Royster adjusted his eyeglass and looked with a sort of serene curiosity at the man. Mr. Coldpin moved nervously in his chair.
"Vell," the fellow said, after a pause, "I haf come to sbeak mit you."
"You come very often," replied Mr. Coldpin in a mildly remonstrative tone.
No answer was returned to this suggestion. The intruder simply settled himself on his feet in an obstinate sort of way.
Mr. Coldpin produced a dollar-bill and handed it over, remarking testily, "There, now, I'm very busy!"
"Nein, nein!" said the man. "It vas not enough!"
"Not enough?"
"I vants dwenty tollar."
"Oh, come now; this wont do at all. You mustn't bother me so. I can't be—"