Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Ex-Industrialist]
“How do you do, Mr....Mr....” I began.
“Dunlap,” he snapped, looking up. “James J. Dunlap.”
“Well. And how's business, Mr. Dunlap?” I asked.
“Business,” he snorted. “What business?”
“Why, the real estate business, of course!”
“Ask a real estate man.”
“I thought you were one.”
“Well, I'm not.”
“You needn't be.”
“Will you have a cigarette?”
“Now you're talking! Sure. Sit down!”
Over a cigarette, this man wasn't as gruff as he pretended to be. He was an agent, but he wasn't engaged in the real estate business. He was an agent for a Baltimore firm of clothiers that dealt in $16.60 measured-by-agents, tailor-made garments for men; and he occasionally dropped in here to write out his orders.