“Well, Mr. Rosenbaum,” he remarked, genially, “you have hit on rather a stormy night for your introduction to our city, for I take it you are a stranger here, are you not?”

The soft hat was raised slightly, revealing a rather stolid, expressionless face, with dark eyes nearly concealed by long lashes.

“Not the most agreeable, certainly,” he answered, with an expressive shrug and a marked German accent, at the same time ignoring the other’s question.

“Your first impressions are not likely to be very pleasant, but if you stop over a few days you will see we have a fine city.  Do you remain here long?”

“I cannot say at present; depends entirely upon business, you understand.”

“I see.  What’s your line?”

For reply the stranger handed the other a small card, on which was engraved, “Rosenbaum Brothers, Diamond Brokers, Berlin,” and bearing on one corner his own name, “A.  Rosenbaum.”

“Diamond brokers, eh?  You don’t say!” exclaimed the proprietor, regarding the bit of pasteboard with visible respect.  “Must be quite a business.  You represent this firm, I suppose; you are their salesman?”

The stranger shook his head with a smile.  “We have no salesmen,” he answered, quietly.  “We have branch houses in Paris, London, and New York, but we employ no travelling salesmen.  Any one can sell diamonds; my business is to buy them,” with marked emphasis on the last words.

“Well,” said his interlocutor, “you’re not looking for ’em out here, are you?”

“Why not here as well as anywhere?  So far as my experience goes, it is nothing uncommon in this part of the country to run across owners of fine stones who, for one reason or another, are very glad to exchange the same for cash.”

“Yes, I suppose so.  When a fellow gets down to bedrock, he’ll put up most anything to make a raise.”

“There are many besides those who are down to bedrock, as you call it, who are glad to make an exchange of that kind,” said Mr. Rosenbaum, speaking with deliberation and keeping an eye upon his neighbor in the fur coat; “but their reasons, whatever they may be, do not concern us; our business is simply to buy the gems wherever we can find them and ask no questions.”

By this time a fourth man was approaching in their direction, evidently the individual for whom the man in the fur coat was waiting, and Mr. Rosenbaum, thinking it time to put an end to the conversation, rose and began to don his mackintosh.

“Surely you are not going out to-night!” said the proprietor; “better stay indoors, and I’ll make you acquainted with some of the boys.”

“Much obliged, but an important engagement compels me to forego that pleasure,” said Mr. Rosenbaum, and, bidding his host good-evening, he sallied forth, well aware that every word of their conversation had been overheard by their silent neighbor, notwithstanding the voluminous documents which seemed to engross his attention.