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The mediator conveyed Heinrich to Ersten's with much the same feeling that he would have endured in carrying a full plate of soup and he had that feeling all through the conference. "Hello, Heinrich!" greeted Ersten with indifference. "Hello, Louis!" returned Schnitt with equal nonchalance; then he assumed a rigid pose and recited: "I have come back to work."
I paid Ersten a hundred thousand. Grand total: two hundred and thirty thousand." "I don't understand your figures," protested Lofty. "It's a private code," laughed the leaseholder, "but that's the price." "I won't pay it," threatened the young merchant. "Build your tunnel then," returned Johnny but pleasantly, nevertheless. "Don't let's be nervous, Lofty.
Hatte Guynemer beim ersten Verstoss keinen Erfolg, so brach er das Gefecht sofort ab; auf den länger dauernden, wahrhaft muterprobenden Kurvenkampf liess er sich nicht gern ein. This is the filth the German paper was not ashamed to print. Repulsive though it is, I must analyze some of its details. An enemy's abuse reveals his own character.
"He only allowed ten-year leases; but the one occupied by Ersten came to him with a twenty-year life on it. We've bought off all the other tenants, at startlingly extravagant figures in some cases; but Ersten won't listen." "Did you rattle your keys?" inquired Johnny, much interested. "As loudly as possible," returned Lofty, smiling.
"I doubt it," he rejoined. "Ersten has just lost the coat cutter who helped him build up his business, and he's soured on everything in the world but Schoppenvoll's and skat and Rheinthranen." "Could I learn to play skat in about a day?" inquired Johnny. "You have no German ancestors, have you?" retorted Close. "No." "Then you couldn't learn it in a thousand years!"
Johnny held his breath as he approached the crucial observation. "By the time his eyes are rested you may have a better shop for the old man to work in." Ersten fixed him with a burning glare. "I see it!" he ejaculated. "You put this job up to make me sell my lease!" Johnny looked him in the eye with a frank smile. "Of course I did," he confessed.
"We miss my train." Close told the driver to go on. Before Ersten alighted at the terminal, Johnny made one more attempt upon him. "If a majority of your best customers insisted that they liked the new shop better would you look at the other place?" he asked. "My customers don't run my business either!" he puffed. "Good-by," stated Mr.
It was this very same suit about which Ersten was talking when Johnny entered. "Na, Kurzerhosen," he said with a trace of pathos in his guttural voice, "when you die we have no more suits of clothes like that." "I thank you," returned the flexible soft voice of Kurzerhosen. "It is like the work you make in your ladies' garments, Ersten.
It was at this most inopportune time that Johnny Gamble spoke. "Well, Mr. Ersten," he cheerfully observed, "I've come round to make you an offer for that lease." Mr. Ersten, his gnarled eyebrows bent upon the sacred ceremony about to be performed, looked up with a grunt and immediately returned to his business. Mr. Kurzerhosen glanced round for an instant in frowning appeal. Mr.
As he went out, Ersten and Kurzerhosen and Schoppenvoll, in blissful forgetfulness of him, raised their glasses for the first delicious sip of the Rheinthranen, of which there were only two hundred and eighty precious bottles left in the world. Outside, Johnny hailed a passing taxi. He called on Morton Washer, on Ben Courtney, on Colonel Bouncer, and even on Candy-King Slosher; but to no purpose.
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