“No, Pete! Jim’s out. This is Ralston.”
“Well,––I guess you’ll do. Say!––what’s the matter with that outfit of yours, anyway?”
“Don’t know, Peter. Tell me, and I’ll try to fix it.”
“Oh, no, you won’t! But why the devil don’t you fellows buy some real-estate once in a while?”
“What have you got, Pete? Any snaps?”
“Come off the perch, Phil! You know what I’m gettin’ at. Are you fellows trying to create a slump or some such damned thing?”
“No,––certainly not! That would be poor business for a real-estate agent.”
“Well,––why the devil are you the bear in every transaction you put through? It didn’t used to be that way. Every broker in town’s been buying from you fellows all this year.”
“Somebody’s got to sell, if there’s to be any buying. Now,––don’t get rattled, Pete. It is up to you. Sell if you want to. Nobody will stop you.”