He sat down at the first table and ordered something to eat. The director could not take his eyes off him. That spare, long, black beard, undulating to midway between chin and belt, those side locks, the drooping mustache that hardly covered the long thin upper lip, that misty something over the whole countenance, and the garb in which the man was wrapped up! It was as he wanted, and better. It was the ideal type for which he had searched the whole city in vain, and now, suddenly, when least expected, the man had come by himself. * * * * * Mr. Cord was too anxious to realize his plans to be bold and direct. After deliberating with himself as to the best method, he did what he had seen done in the movies years ago. He called the waiter, tipped him liberally and asked information about the man sitting at the corner table. "That fellow there? It's Samuelson, from the candy store on the corner." "Is he making much money?" "Him?" the waiter sighed. "Selling four sticks of gum and three packages of cigarettes a day." Mr. Cord began to see his line of action. "Is he a clever fellow?" "He plays chess with the boss and beats him every time." Meanwhile the bearded fellow got through with what was before him, wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, and was ready to go, when the director called out: "I say, Mr. Samuelson, can I see you for a few minutes?" "What do you want to see me for?" the man asked, hesitatingly approaching Mr. Cord's table. "Would you not sit down and have a glass of tea with me? Waiter! two more teas and some cake, please." A few minutes later the two men were engaged in earnest conversation. The director wanted to draw him out and did not know how to do it, while Samuelson scented that the other one needed him, and decided to be on his guard until he should know more definitely what it all was about. * * * * * Has he ever gone to the theatre? Sure enough. He has seen every play in the Jewish theatres, and Libin the playwright, bought his cigarettes from him every day. Has he seen the movies? Sure enough. When it was very cold in the store, and on Saturdays. What warmer place was there than the movie theatre on the street! And cheap too, five cents, including war tax. Does he like them? Of course! What a question!