"You vill lend me the outside, then. Eh? You vill lend me the vall?"
"Lend you the wall--what for?"
"First say you vill lend it me!"
"Well, I'll lend it you. Now tell me what you'll do with it," said Jim.
Mr Harris rubbed his hands together. "I vill let it for advertisements. It vill be an 'oarding. I vill let it to one of those contractors--it vill be a fine 'oarding. It vill not 'urt you, and it vill bring me money."
"Where do I come in?" demanded Jim, laughing.
"Vy, it vill 'elp you, my dear doctor. People will look at the 'oarding, and then they vill see your plate, and then they vill come in for advice, and you'll make a fortune, doctor dear--all through me! Vy, you ought to pay me for the idea!"
"I hadn't thought of it in that light," said Jim, much amused.
The old dealer chuckled with glee. "Ah, my son Isaac!" he cried, "you shall sing yet vith the uzzer side of your mouth. I shall 'ave money. The evenin' paper shall come--Isaac vill mark the 'orses now--'e will back them, and I vill back vot 'e backs. Then ve vill see!"
"That will be a cute dodge--if it comes off!" said Jim.