"Well, you're going to make many more of them for us before you're through, Louis," Abe said.
Louis grunted, and Abe and Morris exchanged disquieting glances.
"You know, Louis," Morris said in the dulcet accents of the sucking dove, "your contract is up next week, and Abe and me was talking about it the other day, Louis, and about the house, too, and we says we should do something about that house, Louis, and so we'll make another contract for about, say, three years, and we'll fix it up about the house when we all sign the contract, Louis. We meant to take back the house all the time, Louis. We was only kidding you along, Louis," he continued.
"So you was only kidding me along when you told me to see them real-estaters, hey?" Louis demanded.
"Sure," Abe and Morris replied.
"Then you was the ones what got kidded," Louis said, "for the last time I was in town I took your
advice. Do you know a feller called Michaelson? And two other fellers by the name of Henochstein and Magnus?"
Abe nodded.
"Well, them three fellers took that house off of my hands and paid me six hundred dollars to boot, over and above the seven hundred and fifty I sunk in it."
Abe and Morris puffed vigorously at their cigars.