“Want to sell you this set,” said the young man airily.
He was that sort of youngster whom clothing manufacturers often use to drape their wares on in advertising matter. Tall, straight, black shiny hair as revealed when he suddenly jerked his hat off on observing the presence of a lady in the place, and clear cut, well chiseled features.
Doc looked at him and then looked over to where the girl, oblivious to everything was turning the dials on the five tube neutrodyne back and forth.
“Well,” said Doc grudgingly, addressing the young man, “I can’t give you very much for this set; you see, it’s an unnamed circuit and—”
“And that’s the best part of it,” interrupted the young man. “Right now everyone is buying the ‘unnamed circuit,’ and you know it. However, if that’s the way you feel about it—” He started calmly to wrap up the set again.
“Well, wait,” interrupted Doc, “I didn’t say how much I’d give you yet, did I? Never go away without getting the other man’s figures first. How much do you want for it?”
“How much will you give me?” snapped the young man.
“You’re selling the set,” Doc reminded him.
“Will you give me sixty-five dollars?”
Doc looked pained.