The visitor smiled in return.
"I thought you were going to tell me that," he replied.
"Yes, indeed! You're looking a whole lot better than the last time I seen you," Abe said. "When did you get in?"
"I am here now going on half an hour already."
"Well, why didn't you talk to my partner?" Abe asked. "He could fix you up just as well as me."
"I did talk to him," the newcomer replied, "but he is too stuck up to talk to me at all."
"Stuck up!" Abe exclaimed, with a note of real anguish in his tones. "Stuck up! Why, you don't know my partner at all, Mister—er—excuse me, do you got a card?"
The stranger drew a card from his waistcoat pocket and with a proud gesture handed it to Abe. It read as follows:
| Z. KATZBERG | I. SCHAPP |
| 530 WEST WASHINGTON PLACE | NEW YORK |
| KATZBERG & SCHAPP FINE PANTS | |
"I am taking your advice, Mr. Potash," he said. "I am taking your advice all round. I cut 'em off."