"This is Mr. Sol Perlmutter, ain't it?" Noblestone asked.
"No, it ain't," Perlmutter replied. "My name is Morris Perlmutter, and the pair of real gold eye-glasses which you just picked up and would let me have as a bargain for fifty cents, ain't no use to me neither."
"I ain't picked up no eye-glasses," Noblestone said.
"No?" Morris Perlmutter rejoined. "Well, I don't want to buy no blue white diamond ring neither, y'understand, so if it's all the same to you I got business to attend to."
"So do I," Noblestone went on, "and this is what it is. Also my name is there too."
He showed Morris a card, which read as follows:
| TELEPHONE CONNECTION | REAL ESTATE & INSURANCE |
| IN ALL ITS BRANCHES | |
| PHILIP NOBLESTONE | |
BUSINESS BROKER | |
G E T A | |
P A R T N E R | |
| 594 East Houston Street | NEW YORK |
"Don't discount them good accounts, Mr. Perlmutter," he added, "it ain't necessary."
"Who told you I want to discount some accounts?" Morris asked.
"If I see a feller in a dentist's chair," Noblestone answered, "I don't need to be told he's got the toothache already."