"Could you make me up maybe a dress suit mit a silk lining?" the newcomer asked. 

 "What are you so late for?" Zamp retorted. "Klinkowitz was here schon an hour ago already." 

 The stranger looked at Zamp in a puzzled fashion. 

 "What are you talking about—Klinkowitz?" he said. "I don't know the feller at all." 

 Zamp gazed hard at his visitor, and then his face broke into a broad, welcoming smile. 

 "Excuse me," he said. "I am making a mistake. Do you want a French drape, oder an unfinished worsted?" 

 For the next thirty minutes a succession of customers filled the store, and when at intervals during that period Klinkowitz's supernumeraries arrived, Zamp turned them all away. 

 "What are you doing, Zamp?" Shimko exclaimed. "At two o'clock the store would be empty!" 

 "Would it?" Zamp retorted, as he eyed a well-dressed youth who paused in front of the show-window. "Well, maybe it would and maybe it wouldn't; and, anyhow, Mr. Shimko, if there wouldn't be no customers here, we would anyhow got plenty of cutting to do. Besides, Shimko, customers is like sheep. If you get a run of 'em, one follows the other." 

 For the remainder of the forenoon the two salesmen had all the customers they could manage; and as Shimko watched them work, his face grew increasingly gloomy. 

 "Say, lookyhere, Zamp," he said; "you are doing here such a big business, where do I come in?" 

 "What d'ye mean, where do you come in?" Zamp asked. 

 "Why the idee is mine you should get in a couple salesmen and cutters," Shimko began, "and——" 

 "What d'ye mean, the idee is yours?" Zamp rejoined. "Ain't I got a right to hire a couple salesmen and cutters if I want to?" 

 "Yes, but you never would have done so if I ain't told it you," Shimko said. "I ought to get a rake-off here." 

 "You should get a rake-off because my business is increasing so I got to hire a couple salesmen and cutters!" Zamp exclaimed. "What an idee!" 

 Shimko paused. After all, he reflected, why 

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