"Let's see it."
Bert took the paper from his pocket and handed it across the table. The man read it, once, twice, three times, and his pipe smoldered and went out.
"Two-thirds for Sam," he observed at last. "I'm not surprised. He reminds me of a chap I knew years ago. Great fisherman. Always got the most fish. If he was one of a boat party, and somebody pulled in a couple of good ones, he'd be right over with his line. No such thing as respecting anybody else's place. He was out to get two-thirds of the fish and I guess he got them, but he left a mighty bad taste in the mouth. What is this Shoppers' Service?"
Bert explained. Not a muscle in the man's face moved, but once he shook his head ever so slightly.
"You don't like it?" Bert asked, disappointed.
"Never mind that now. Why does Sam get two-thirds of the profits?"
"Why, it's his plan. He's going to put in the experience and the knowledge. That's worth something."
"Yes; if he can deliver. But how do you know he has this knowledge?"
"He's read books about business. . . ."
"I've read books about health, but I'm not a doctor. How do you know he has this knowledge? How did he prove it to you?"
Bert was silent. Abruptly the Butterfly Man
