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Five days afterward Morris examined the list of real-estate conveyances in the morning paper, after the fashion of the reformed race-track gambler who occasionally consults the past performances of the day's entries. He handed the paper to Abe and pointed his finger to the following item: 264th St. 2044 East 37.6 x 100.10; Baruch Rashkin to the Royal Piccadilly Realty Co.
Potash, and that is I couldn't sell my house for a penny less than forty-eight thousand dollars." Abe put down his cup of coffee and stared at Rashkin. "That's a lot of money, Mr. Rashkin," Abe said, "and that would mean pretty near twelve thousand cash." B. Rashkin nodded calmly and Abe pondered for a moment.
Potash," Rashkin said. "Let me explain the proposition to you." Without waiting for permission he at once divulged the object of his visit, while Abe listened with the bored air of an unemployed leading man at a professional matinée. "Yes, Mr. Potash," B. Rashkin concluded, after half an hour's conversation, "I seen it bargains in my time, but these here lots is the biggest bargains yet."
Abe sidled up to B. Rashkin and in firm tones he made the next bid. "Forty-one five," he said. "Forty-one five," the auctioneer repeated, and B. Rashkin turned to look at the bidder. He started visibly as he recognized Abe, who bowed coldly. "Why, hallo, Mr. Potash," Rashkin exclaimed. "I didn't know you was in the market for property." "Why not?" Abe said.
"Well, on account you got a partner who " "You don't got to rub it in, Mr. Rashkin," Abe interrupted. "If my partner did know a good thing when he seen it, Mr. Rashkin, I don't need to be reminded of it." "A good thing!" Rashkin said in puzzled accents. "Why, I ain't " He stopped in time and forced himself to smile amiably. "Yes, Mr.
"Lookyhere, Rashkin," Perlmutter interrupted, "you're a real estater, and if you don't get up at eight o'clock then you get up at nine, and it's all the same; but me, I am in the cloak business, and I got to get downtown at seven o'clock, and so I'm going to tell you again what I told it you before.
Rashkin," Abe went on, as he imperceptibly edged away from the crowd. "Would you believe it, that feller tells me this morning he's got already a fine offer for the house?" "You don't tell me," Rashkin said as they approached one of the salesroom doors. He too was edging away from the crowd and congratulated himself that Abe had made no further bid. "I'm glad he should get it. For mein part, Mr.
"Tell it to Potash to-morrow, Rashkin," he said, and led the way to the hall door. Accordingly the next morning Rashkin entered the salesroom of Potash & Perlmutter, where Abe was scanning the "Arrival of Buyers" column in the Daily Cloak and Suit Record. "Good morning, Mr. Potash," B. Rashkin said. "Ain't it a fine weather?" "Oh, good morning," Abe cried. "You don't know my face, do you?"
"Sure, you did," Abe said cheerfully. "And how that feller, Rashkin, could claim that his house stands him in eight thousand dollars cash is more as I could understand, Abe," Morris said. "Because while I know it I spent for commissions and for Ferdy Rothschild a couple thousand more as Rashkin, Abe, our building material cost the same, Abe."
"What's the use asking me hypocritical questions, Rashkin?" Abe replied. "Mawruss would no more touch it as I would. You don't know what a crank I got it for a partner, Rashkin. If I would just hint that I wanted to buy real estate, y'understand, that feller would go all up in the air.
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