Jim opened the door of communication.
"It is your son," he informed Mr Harris. "Come in," he added, addressing the caller.
The senior partner of the firm of Harris & Father strutted into the surgery. For Mount Street, his attire was resplendent, though, to be sure, the suit he had bought from the bookmaker seemed a couple of sizes too large for him.
"Fader," he said, irritably, "'ow much longer am I to vait?"
"I'm comin', Isaac, I'm comin'," replied the old Jew, putting on his hat and seizing his medicine with trembling hands; "I vos only takin' a little advice for my 'ealth, Isaac."
"You vos takin' all the evenin' to take it," snapped Isaac; "come on--quick!"
The old man nodded hurriedly to Jim and Koko, and left the surgery.
The young Jew turned to Jim.
"See 'ere," he said. "Ven my fader comes 'ere, send him 'ome sharp. That's 'is place--'ome."
"Your father is not at all well," said Jim, "so when he comes here I shall allow him to stay as long as he likes, if that is any comfort to him."