It is one of Vickery's, of London, and it is almost new." Kling glanced sharply at the intruder.

"I don't keep open often so late like dis.

You must come in de morning." "Cannot you look at it now ?" Something in the stranger's manner appealed to the dealer.

He lowered his chin, adjusted his spectacles, and peered over their round silver rims--a way with him when he was making up his mind.
"Vell, I don't mind.

Let me see," and opening the case he took out the silver-topped bottles, placing them in a row on the counter behind which he stood.