"That's my name," Levy answered.
"My name is Mr. Zwiebel," his visitor announced, "and I came to see you about a business matter."
"Take a seat, Mr. Zwiebel," Levy replied. "Seems to me I hear that name somewheres."
"I guess you did hear it before," Zwiebel said. "Your girl works by the same place what my boy used to work."
"Oh, Milton Zwiebel," Levy cried. "Sure I heard the name before. My Clara always talks about what a good boy he is."
"I bet yer that's a good boy," Zwiebel declared proudly, "and a good business head, too, Mr. Levy. In fact, I am arranging about putting the boy into a cloak and suit business, and I understood you was a business broker as well as a real-estate operator."
"Not no longer," Levy answered. "I used to be a business broker years ago already, but I give it up since way before the Spanish War."
"Never mind," Zwiebel said; "maybe you could help me out, anyway. What I'm looking for is a partner for my boy, and the way I feel about it is like this: The boy used to be a little wild, y'understand, and so I am looking for a partner for him what would keep him straight; and no matter if the partner didn't have no money, Mr. Levy, I wouldn't take it so particular. That boy is the only boy what I got, and certainly I ain't a begger, neither, y'understand. You should ask anybody in the cigar business, Mr. Levy, and they will tell you I am pretty well fixed already."
"Sure, I know," Mr. Levy replied. "You got a pretty good rating. I looked you up already. But, anyhow, Mr. Zwiebel, I ain't in the business brokerage no more."
"I know you ain't," Zwiebel said, "but you could find just the partner for my boy."