"Did you ever see the like?" he cried. "The place is actually full up with customers!"
Zamp's prediction had more than justified itself. When Shimko and Meiselson entered, he looked up absently as he handled the rolls of piece goods which he had purchased, for cash, only one hour previously. Moreover, his pockets overflowed with money, for every customer had paid a deposit of at least 25 per cent.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Zamp," Shimko cried. "This is Mr. Meiselson, the gentleman which I am speaking to you about. He wants to go as partners together with you."
Zamp ran his hand through his dishevelled hair. He was more than confused by his sudden accession of trade.
"You got to excuse me, Mr. Shimko," he said, "I am very, very busy just now."
Shimko winked furtively at Zamp.
"Sure, I know," he said, "but when could we see you later to-day?"
"You couldn't see me later to-day," Zamp replied. "I am going to work to-night getting out orders."
"Natürlich," Shimko rejoined, "but couldn't you take a cup coffee with us a little later?"
Zamp jumped nervously as the door opened to admit another customer. The two clerks, supplemented by a third salesman, who had been hired by telephone, were extolling the virtues of Zamp's wares in stentorian tones, and the atmosphere of the little store was fairly suffocating.