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I will be back here at six, sure." He made immediately for the business premises of Mandleberger Brothers & Co., where he found Simon Kuhner hard at work in his office. "Hallo, Abe!" Kuhner cried as Abe entered. "They told me you was a fit subject for crutches when I asked for you the other day." "Who told you?" Abe said without further preface. "Marks Pasinsky?" "Marks Pasinsky?" Kuhner repeated.
There was no rest for Abe that night, and when at length he fell asleep it was almost daylight. He awoke at nine and, dressing himself fireman fashion, he hurried to the desk. "What time did Marks Pasinsky come in?" he asked the clerk. "Why, Mr. Pasinsky didn't come in at all," the clerk replied. Abe pushed his hat back from his forehead.
Pasinsky sits there with two nines of trump in his hand and don't lead 'em through me. You could have beat me by a million very easy." He waved his hand with the palm outward and flapped his four fingers derisively. "You call yourself a pinochle player!" he jeered, and fell to twisting his huge red mustache with his fingers.
"I could stand it if it stood me in three hundred dollars, so long as I could stop Marks Pasinsky making another town." He rose to his feet with surprising alacrity for a rheumatic patient, and returned to his office, where no communication had been received from Marks Pasinsky. "That settles it, Mawruss," Abe said as he jammed his hat farther down on his head. "Where are you going now?"
"There's a feller what can sell goods. Ain't it?" B. Gans looked up sharply. "Did Marks Pasinsky send you here?" he asked. "Well, he give you as a reference," Abe replied. "All right," B. Gans continued. "You tell Marks Pasinsky from me that I says he's a good salesman and that why he left me was by mutual consent." "Sure," Abe said, "but I wanted to ask you more about Pasinsky.
I am excited enough already when I think to myself that that lowlife Pasinsky takes my samples out of my store and comes here with my money and gets an order from you for four thousand dollars for Klinger & Klein." "Not so fast, Mr. Potash," Prosnauer began. "I've known Marks Pasinsky for a number of years. He and I play auction pinochle together every Saturday night when he is in Chicago, and "
Cost me a thousand dollars to settle it, and I also got to agree that if anybody inquires about Pasinsky I should say only that he is a good salesman which is the truth, Potash, because he is a good salesman and that the reason he left me is by mutual consent, y'understand?" Abe nodded. "That's a fine piece of work, that Marks Pasinsky," he commented. "I wish I had never seen him already.
"Why, no. He didn't mention your name, Abe. Do you know Marks Pasinsky, too?" "Do I know him, too?" Abe almost shrieked. "A question! Ain't he selling goods for me?" "Is he?" Kuhner said. "Is he!" Abe cried. "Why, you don't mean to tell me that feller ain't been in here yet?" "Sure he was in here," Kuhner replied, "but he didn't say nothing about selling goods for you.
"Say, young feller," he said, "do you got the gall to tell me that Marks Pasinsky ain't come back since he went over to the Altringham with that short, dark feller yesterday afternoon?" "Call me a liar, why don't you?" the clerk retorted. "You're a fresh young feller!" Abe exclaimed. "Couldn't you answer a civil question?" "Ah, don't be worrying me with your troubles!" the clerk snarled.
Former times a salesman wasn't considered a salesman unless he could sell a customer goods what the customer didn't want; but nowadays it don't make no difference what kind of salesman you hire it, Potash, the goods is got to sell themselves, otherwise the salesman can't do no business. Ain't it?" "But take a salesman like Marks Pasinsky, for instance," Abe said.
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