Raymond Greene it is, at your service." "Joseph P.Hyam's mine," the large American announced, watching the disappearance of his soup plate with an air of regret.

"I'm in the clothing business.

If my wife were here, she'd say you wouldn't think it to look at me.

Never was faddy about myself, though," he added, with a glance at Mr.Greene's very correct dinner attire.
"You ought to remember me, Mr.Greene," one of the two men remarked from the right-hand side of the table.

"I've played golf with you at Baltusrol more than once." Mr.Greene glanced surreptitiously at the card and smiled.
"Why, it's James P.Busby, of course!" he exclaimed.