"You don't know my brother, do you?" "I don't believe I do." "He left the underworld before you came to it," said Sally. "You wouldn't think it to look at him, but he was once a prune-eater among the proletariat, even as you and I. Mrs. Meecher looks on him as a son." The two men shook hands. Fillmore was not short, but Gerald Foster with his lean, well-built figure seemed to tower over him.