I came
here, sir, as a matter of courtesy to you, and you will have to treat
me with just as much courtesy. Otherwise, I shall wish you
good-morning."
This was said with a flash of the eye which warned Radberg that, in his
rather overbearing way, he was going too for.
"Oh, my dear young friend," he replied, persuasively, "you don't
understand. In Germany I am--well, perhaps what you would call a
rather distinguished man. At least, my neighbors are good enough to
say so. And, in Germany, when a herr professor talks, others listen
respectfully."
"Just the same way with the hair professors in this country," chuckled
Jack. "When an American barber gets wound up and started, all a fellow
can do is to listen. It's no use trying to run away from a barber
anywhere, I guess. He has you strapped down to the chair."
"Barber?" repeated Professor Radberg, in disgust. "I don't understand
you."
"Oh, it isn't necessary," laughed Jack. "It's a sort of Yankee joke.
And I beg your pardon, Professor, if I am wasting your time. Now, go
ahead, please, and tell me why you invited me here."
There was something of salt water breeziness and crispness about Jack's
speech that caused the German's brow to cloud for an instant.
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