"I came pretty near forgetting!" he cried. "I got the very thing you want—and a big bargain too! Do you know Louis Dishkes, which runs the Villy dee Paris Store in Amsterdam Avenue?"
"I think I know him," Elkan said with ironic emphasis. "He owes us four hundred dollars for two months already."
"Well, Dishkes is got a brother-in-law by the name Ringentaub, on Allen Street, which he is a dealer in antics."
"Antics?" Elkan exclaimed.
"Sure!" Max explained. "Antics—old furniture and old silver."
"You mean a second-hand store?" Elkan suggested.
"Not a second-hand store," Max declared. "A second-hand store is got old furniture from two years old oder ten years old, understand me; aber an antic store carries old furniture from a hundred years old already."
"And this here Ringentaub is got furniture from a hundred years old already?" Elkan cried.
"From older even," answered Max; "from two hundred and fifty years old also."
"Ich glaub's!" Elkan cried.