You cut it--Let me see it." There was a sibilant sound as of many suppressed sighs of relief when Heinrich walked into the cutting room, but no man grinned or gave more than a curt nod of greeting--for the forbidding eye of Louis Ersten glared fiercely upon them.

He strode across to the table held sacred to himself and spread down a piece of cloth, bounded by many curves.
Heinrich Schnitt gave it but one comprehensive glance.
"Na, na, na!" he shrilly commented.

"Here it is wrong!" And, grabbing up a slice of chalk, he made a deft swoop toward the material.

Suddenly his arm stayed in mid air and he laid down the chalk with a muscular effort.

"I think I take this home," he firmly announced.
"Heinrich, you come back after the work.