Would you guess it? He wants me to book Hermy for a private exhibition before some of my swell friends! All I've got to do is to persuade some of 'em to give a little musicale, and then spring this nutmeg wonder on the box holdin' set without warnin'. "If he was a Russki with long hair," says I, "or even a fiddlin' Czech, they might stand for it; but to ask 'em to listen to a domestic unknown from Bridgeport, Conn.----I wouldn't have the nerve, Snick. Why not take him around to the concert agencies first?" "Bah!" says Snick. "Haven't we worn out the settees in the agency offices? What do they know about good barytone voices? All they judge by is press clippings and lists of past engagements. Now, your people would know. He'd have 'em going in two minutes, and they'd spread the news afterwards. Then we'd have the agents coming to us. See?" Course I couldn't help gettin' int'rested in this long shot of Snick's, even if I don't take any stock in his judgment; but I tries to explain that while I mix more or less with classy folks, I don't exactly keep their datebooks for 'em, or provide talent for their after dinner stunts. That don't head off Snick, though. He says I'm the only link between him and the set he wants to reach, and he just can't take no for an answer. He says he'll depend on me for a date for next Wednesday night. "Why Wednesday?" says I. "Wouldn't Thursday or Friday do as well?" "No," says he. "That's Frenchy's only night off from the cafe, and it's his dress suit Hermy's got to wear. It'll be some tight across the back; but it's the biggest one I can get the loan of without paying rent." Well, I tells Snick I'll see what can be done, and when I gets home I puts the problem up to Sadie. Maybe if she'd had a look at Hermy she'd taken more interest; but as it is she says she don't see how I can afford to run the chances of handin' out a lemon, even if there was an op'nin'. Then again, so many of our friends were at Palm Beach just now, and those who'd come back were so busy givin' Lent bridge parties, that the chances of workin' in a dark horse barytone was mighty slim. She'd think it over, though, and see if maybe something can't be done. So that's the best I can give Snick when he shows up in the mornin', and it was the same every day that week. I was kind of sorry for Snick, and was almost on the point of luggin' him and his discovery out to the house and askin' in a few of the neighbors, when Sadie tells me that the Purdy-Pells are back from Florida and are goin' to open their town house with some kind of happy jinks Wednesday night, and that we're invited.