“I don't need anything,” said he, “but what is all this talk of the M. H. & Co. revolver?”
“It is coming into prominence,” I said, “and Jim Merwin gave it a big boom in Cleveland the other day. McIntosh took him before the Police Board, and they say Merwin outdid Buffalo Bill. McIntosh says the Chief of Police took a Smith & Wesson, and Merwin a M. H. & Co., and each tried to shoot the other with empty shells, Jim grabbed the Chief, emptied his revolver of the shells and rammed the pistol in his ear until the Chief yelled for mercy. Merwin gave such a war dance that they had to call out the fire department to cool him down. He secured the city's order for an outfit for the police, and M. H. & Co. stock has gone up since then.”
“Do you sell them?”
“Yes, at factory prices.”
“Pho! All you men talk factory prices.”
“I mean factory prices.”
“Well,” said he, “I'm going to buy of Simmons after this; he beats the factories. His New England man—”
“His what?”
“His New England man. Didn't you know he had opened a Boston office and now drums New England?”
“I hadn't heard of that.”