Kreuger leaped to his feet. He was a rosy, plump little man of the type that I have heard described as a fore-and-aft Jew; a blond. He looked astonished, as well he might, at the combination which faced him.
Without the slightest preamble, Whittall cried out with a wave of his hand: \"There he is. Ask him what you want.\" And went to the window where he turned his back to us.
Kreuger, greatly flustered, began to pull chairs out, and to mumble courtesies.
Kreuger leaped to his feet. He was a rosy, plump little man of the type that I have heard described as a fore-and-aft Jew; a blond. He looked astonished, as well he might, at the combination which faced him.
Without the slightest preamble, Whittall cried out with a wave of his hand: \"There he is. Ask him what you want.\" And went to the window where he turned his back to us.
Kreuger, greatly flustered, began to pull chairs out, and to mumble courtesies.
