"Maybe Glaubmann don't want to speak to me," he cried, "but I want to speak to him, and in the presence of you gentlemen here also."
He banged Ortelsburg's library table with his clenched fist.
"Once and for all, Mr. Glaubmann," he said, "either you would fix that plumbing and do that painting, understand me, or I would move out of your Linden Boulevard house the first of next month sure!"
Glaubmann received this ultimatum with a defiant grin.
"Schmooes, Kovner," he said, "you wouldn't do nothing of the kind! You got mit me a verbal lease for one year in the presence of my wife, your wife and a couple of other people which the names I forget."
"And how about the repairs?" Kovner demanded.
"If you seen the house needs repairs and you go into possession anyhow," Glaubmann retorted, "you waive the repairs, because the agreement to repair merges in the lease. That's what Kent J. Goldstein, my lawyer, says, Kovner; and ask any other lawyer, Kovner, and he could tell you the same."
"So," Kovner exclaimed, "I am stuck with that rotten house for a year! Is that the idee?"
Glaubmann nodded.
"All right, Mr. Glaubmann," Kovner concluded. "You are here in a strange house to me and I couldn't do nothing; but I am coming over to your office to-morrow, and if I got to sit there all day, understand me, we would settle this thing up."