"No," he said at last. "It ain't the same as Rifkin's. Rifkin's desk was a fine piece of Costa Rica mahogany without a flaw. I used to be in the furniture business oncet, you know, Mawruss, and so I can tell."
Abe flashed a triumphant grin on Morris, who frowned in reply.
"But ain't this here desk that—now—what-yer-call-it mahogany, too, Mr. Feigenbaum?" Morris asked.
"Well, it's Costa Rica mahogany, all right," Feigenbaum said, "but it's got a flaw into it."
"A flaw?" Morris and Abe exclaimed with one voice.
Look At Them Goods.
"Sure," Mr. Feigenbaum continued. "It looks to