“Vell, not long. I just game in.”
“How long, I mean, have you had this place for your business?”
“Vat is it to you?” came the question, with a sharper scrutiny. “Vat for you vish to know?”
“Merely from curiosity,” said Nick, drawing nearer to him. “I saw you in the railway yard a short time ago, didn’t I?”
“I vas dere,” nodded the man. “You have eyes. Mebbe you might have saw me.”
Nick laughed a bit grimly.
“I saw you, all right,” he replied, with rather ominous intonation. “Do you go there after rags?”
“Junk,” was the terse rejoinder.
“That all?”
“Vat all?” questioned the man, looking up sharply. “Vat for do you care vy I go dere?”