He had only to step to the door and blow a whistle were a row to begin.

But that would neither help him to trail the thief nor to secure the mantilla.
"Now see here, Mr.Kling," he said, fingering the lapel of Otto's coat, "I've treated you white, now you treat me white.

You make me tired with your hot air, and it don't go--see, not with me!--and now I'll put it to you straight.

Will you sell me that mantilla?
Here's the money"-- and he pulled out a roll of bills.
Otto was now thoroughly angry.

"NO!" he shouted, moving toward the door of his office.
"Will you help put me on to the man who sold it to you ?" "No!" roared Kling again, his Dutch blood at boiling-point.