I'm a customer, not a beggar." The girl left the window and walked slowly to the rear of the shop, passing through the narrow door, without so much as a glance at King or the old man.

Spantz was silent until she was gone.
"You want the broadsword, eh ?" he asked, moderating his tone considerably.

"It's a rare old--" "I'll give you a hundred dollars-not another cent," interrupted King, riot yet over his resentment.

There followed a long and irritating argument, at the conclusion of which Mr.King became the possessor of the weapon at his own price.

Remembering himself in time, he fell to admiring some old rings and bracelets in a cabinet near by, thus paving the way for future visits.
"I'll come in again," he said indifferently.
"But you are leaving to-morrow, sir." "I've changed my mind." "You are not going ?" "Not for a few days." "Then you have discovered something in Edelweiss to attract you ?" grinned the old armourer.