"We'll take a Boonekamp each, Haase," he said.
CHAPTER XIV
CLUBFOOT COMES TO HAASE'S
Kore presently retired to an inner room with the man in shirt-sleeves, whom I judged to be the landlord, and in a little the flaxen-haired lady at the bar beckoned me over and bade me join them.
"This is Julius Zimmermann, the young man I have spoken of," said the Jew; then turning to me:
"Herr Haase is willing to take you on as waiter here on my recommendation, Julius, See that you do not make me repent of my kindness!"
Here the man in shirt-sleeves, a great, fat fellow with a bullet head and a huge double chin, chuckled loudly.
"Kolossal!" he cried. "Herr Kore loves his joke! Ausgezeichnet!" And he wagged his head roguishly at me.
On that Kore took his leave, promising to look in and see how I was faring in a few days' time. The landlord opened a low door in the corner and revealed a kind of large cupboard, windowless and horribly stale and stuffy, where there were two unsavoury-looking beds.