"Going home so soon, Mr. Gembitz?" Henry asked.
"No, I ain't going home, Henry," Sam replied. "I'm going over to see my boys. I guess they need me."
He started for the door, but as he reached it he paused.
"By the way, Henry," he said, "on my way down I stopped in to see that new concern there on Fifth Avenue—Weldon, Jones & Company—and you should send 'em up also a couple of them princess dresses in brown and smoke. I'll see you to-morrow."
"Do you think you could get down again to-morrow?" Henry asked.
"I don't know, Henry; but if lies could get me here I guess I could," Sam replied. "Because, the way my children fixes me lately, I am beginning to be such a liar that you could really say I am an expert."
Ten minutes later Sam Gembitz walked into the elevator of his late place of business and smiled affably at the elevator boy, who returned his greeting with a perfunctory nod.
"Well, what's new around here, Louis?" Sam asked.
"I dunno, Mr. Gembitz," the elevator boy said. "I am only just coming back from my lunch."