buy ice-cream there and it would help me to make a profit. I think I'll look up the manager and see if he'll take a partner."
He was about to go out, to put his newly-formed resolution into operation, when the maid announced a gentleman to see him.
"Who is it?" asked Dick.
"He won't tell me his name. He insists on seeing you at once."
"Another crank, I suppose. I thought they were done coming here. Well, show him in."
A moment later there entered the room a little man, with a long white beard and snow-white hair. He had the jolliest face imaginable, and looked just like a picture of Santa Claus.
"Allow me to introduce myself," he said, with a German accent. "I am Herr Wilhelm Doodlebrod, und I haf de airship at der freight station. When can I gif you an exhibition?"
"Airship?" murmured Dick, in bewilderment, while Herr Doodlebrod nodded several times and chuckled, as if it was the best joke in the world.
