Tales of the Road by Charles N. (Charles Newman) Crewdson
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truth, it is not.
"The merchant, Alex Strauss was his name, couldn't have picked up a luckier thing for me than this Yucatan hat. The year previous, my house had imported them finished, but that year we had had them trimmed in our own shop. The duty was much less on the unfinished body than on the trimmed hat; therefore, the price had dropped considerably. "'How much do you vant for dis?' said Strauss, picking up the Yucatan. "Nine dollars a dozen," said I, without explaining why the price was so low. It would have been as foolish for me to do this, you know, as to play poker with my cards on the table face up. "Strauss turned to his clerk Morris, who was with him. They both examined the hat, and Alex said in German to Morris: _'Den selben Hut haben wir gehabt. Letzes Jahr haben wir sechzehn und ein halb den Dutzen bezahlt. Das ist sehr billig!'_ (The same hat we had. Last year we paid sixteen and a half a dozen. This is very cheap.) "Then Alex turned to me--he was a noted bluffer--and said in English: 'Hefens alife! Nine tollars! Vy, I pought 'em last year for sefen and a half!' "I never saw such a bold stand in my life. The expression on his face would have won a jackpot on a bob-tailed flush. But I was in position to call his bluff. _His_ cards were on the table face up. "I merely repeated his own words in his own tongue: _'Den selben Hut |
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