A moment later he snapped his fingers.
"I got an idee!" he exclaimed. "You are such good friends with Mrs. Krakauer—ain't it?"
Mrs. Schrimm nodded.
"Then you should do me the favour, Henrietta, and go over to Mrs. Krakauer and tell her she should ring up Babette and tell her I am over at her house and I wouldn't be back till three o'clock."
"Couldn't you go downtown if you want to?" Mrs. Schrimm replied. "Must you got to ask Babette's permission first?"
Sam nodded slowly.
"You don't know that girl, Henrietta," he said bitterly. "She is Regina selig over again—only worser, Henrietta."
"All right. I would do as you want," Mrs. Schrimm declared.
"Only one thing I must got to tell you," Sam said as he made for the door: "don't let Mrs. Krakauer talk too much, Henrietta, because that girl is suspicious like a credit man. She don't believe nothing nobody tells her."