"Why won't you sell it to me?" he asked craftily.
"Because I don't want to. Do be satisfied, Hubert. Take it and use it or don't."
"I'll take it," he sighed.
"All right. There's no jack in the tool chest. Take the one out of the Oakland."
"O.K. Thanks, Helen."
He was just leaving the foyer when the phone rang again. Helen swept past him and answered it. "It's for you," she said unexpectedly.
It was Carl Feldman.
"Say, Scott, I hear you sold your business."
"Yeh."
"To the McKay Brothers, huh?"
"Yeh."
"That's great. I couldn't hardly believe it though. I had to call you up to make sure."
"Yeh, I sold it."
"Tired of working hard, eh?"
"That's right."
"Well, gee, that's great. I couldn't hardly believe it though."
"Yeh, I sold it at two o'clock today."
"To the McKay Brothers, eh?"
"Yeh. I got tired of working hard."
"Ha ha. So you sold the business, eh? Well, that's great. I couldn't hardly believe it though. I had to call you up to make sure. Well, good luck, Scott, I just thought I'd give you a ring."
"Say, Carl, what are you doing tonight?"
"Going out with May."
