"Yes," echoed Eppner. "References are customary, you know." He spoke in
a high-keyed voice that had irritating suggestions in it.

"Is there any reference better than cash?" I asked.

The partners looked at each other. "None," they replied.

"How much will secure you on the order?"

They named a heavy margin, and the sum total took my heart into my
mouth. How large a balance I could draw against I had not the faintest
idea. Possibly this was a trap to throw me into jail as a common
swindler attempting to pass worthless checks. But there was no time to
hesitate. I drew a check for the amount, signed Henry Wilton's name,
and tossed it over to Bockstein.

"All ridt," said the senior partner. "Zhust talk it ofer vit Misder
Eppner. He goes on der floor."

I knew well enough what was wanted. My financial standing was to be
tested by the head of the firm, while the junior partner kept me
amused.

Eppner was quick to take my ideas. A few words of explanation, and he
understood perfectly what I wanted.

"You have not bought before?" It was an interrogation, not an
assertion.

"Oh, yes," I said carelessly, "but not through you, I believe."