Elkan shrugged and smiled.
"Might you could find another of them genius fellers for me maybe, Max?" he said.
And therewith Kammerman slapped Milton Jassy on the back.
"By Jove! We forgot your trio," he said. "Play it, Volkovisk, as your valedictory here."
Again Volkovisk sought the piano, and after whispered instructions to his assistants he began a rendition of Jassy's "Opus 47," from the manuscript Milton had brought with him; but, allowing for the faulty technic of the 'cellist and the uncertainty that attends the first reading from manuscript of any composition, there was little to recommend Jassy's work.
"Very creditable!" Kammerman said at the end of the movement. "Perhaps we might hear the rest."
Max kept his eyes fixed on the table to avoid looking at Jassy, and even Volkovisk seemed embarrassed as he swung round on the piano stool.
"Well?" he said inquiringly.
Jassy emitted a bitter laugh.
"That'll do, Volkovisk," he replied hoarsely. "I guess it needs rehearsing."