Bridley, the marine painter; Manners, who took pupils; Springlake, the landscapist; and half a dozen others had been in the habit of dropping into his shop on the lookout for something good in Dutch cabinets at half-price, or no price at all, until Felix, without knowing where they had come from, had put an end to the practice.
"Got a fellow up to Kling's who looks as if he had been a college athlete, and knows it all.

Can't fool him for a cent," was the talk now, instead of "Keep at the old Dutchman and you may get it.

He don't know the difference between a Chippendale sideboard and a shelf rack from Harlem.

Wait for a rainy day and go in.

He'll be feeling blue, and you'll be sure to get it." Kling, therefore, when he heard some days later, of Felix's proposed visit, began turning over his books, looking up several past-due accounts.