erlmutter stopped short and wheeled around.

"Huh?" he said.

"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."

After this Morris was easily persuaded to accept Noblestone's invitation
to drink a cup of coffee, and they retired immediately to a neighboring
bakery and lunch room.

"Yes, Mr. Noblestone," Morris said, consulting the card. "I give you
right about Feder. That feller is worser as a dentist. He's a
bloodsucker. Fifteen hundred dollars gilt-edged accounts I offer him as
security for twelve hundred, and when I get through with paying DeWitt
C. Feinholtz, his son-in-law, what is the bank's lawyer, there wouldn't
be enough left from that twelve hundred dollars to pay off my
operators."

"That's the way it is when a feller's short of money," Noblestone said.
"Now, if you