"Oh, he ain't, ain't he?" Mr. Gembitz retorted. "Well, where is he?"
"He went out with a feller from the New Idea Store, Bridgetown," Max answered, drawing on his imagination in the defence of his brother.
"New Idea Store!" Gembitz repeated. "What's the feller's name?"
Max shrugged.
"I forgot his name," he answered.
"Well, I ain't forgot his name," Gembitz continued. "His name is Kelly; and every afternoon Schrimm tells me Sidney is playing this here Kelly pool."
For a brief interval Max stared at his father; then he broke into an unrestrained laugh.
"Nu!" Gembitz cried. "What's the joke?"
"Why," Max explained, "you're all twisted. Kelly ain't a feller at all. Kelly pool's a game, like you would say straight pinochle and auction pinochle—there's straight pool and Kelly pool."
Gembitz drummed on his desk with his fingers.