"Put that man out!" the auctioneer called to one of the attendants.
"You could put me out," Philip yelled, "if you want to, but you couldn't put my wife out, because she ain't been served with the summons and complaint in the first place, and she ain't here in the second place."
Goldblatt turned pale and started for the rostrum, while the auctioneer motioned the attendant to hold off for a minute.
"Is he a married man?" the auctioneer asked Levy.
"He's a faker," Levy replied. "Go ahead with the sale."
"Am I a faker?" Philip yelled, holding up his left hand. "Well, look at that there ring."
He pulled it off with an effort and handed it to the auctioneer.
"Look inside," he said. And, sure enough, the inner side bore the inscription: "B. G. to P. M., 10-20-'09." Goldblatt looked at it, too; but B. G. meant nothing to him and he handed it back to the auctioneer.
"That's only a scheme what he's trying to work it," he said. "Give him back the ring and go ahead with the sale."
"One moment," said Miles M. Scully. "I'm the referee here, and I ain't going to take no such chance as that. I'm going to adjoin this here sale one week and investigate what this here guy says in the meantime."