He wore dark glasses, and, having seated himself with his back towards the light, drew forth from his pocket a number of voluminous type-written documents, and became absorbed in a perusal of their contents.
Meanwhile, the proprietor of the Clifton House, feeling considerable curiosity regarding his new guest, sauntered over in his direction.
"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.