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Telephone. "Buzz! Ting! Zut!"
Ravenslee. "Sounded different, did it? Well, I want--"
Telephone. "Buzz! Zut! Ting!"
Ravenslee. "Thanks. Hello, that Thirty-three Wall? Dana and
Anderson's Office? Good! I want to speak with Mr. Anderson--say Mr.
Ravenslee."
Telephone. "Zing!"
Ravenslee. "Thanks. That you, Anderson?"
Telephone. "Pang!"
Ravenslee. "Thanks--very well! What the devil's wrong with this
instrument of torment--can you hear me?"
Telephone. "Crack!"
Ravenslee. "Good! Yes--that's better! Now listen; I want you to
do some business for me. No, I'm buying, not selling. I'm going into
real estate. What, a bad speculation? Well, anyway, I'm buying tenement
property in Tenth Avenue, known as Mulligan's, I believe. Oh, you've
heard of it, eh? Not in the market? Not for sale? Well, I'll buy it. Oh,
yes, you can--what d' you suppose is his figure? So much? Phew! Oh,
well, double it. No, I'm not mad, Anderson. No, nor drunk--I just happen
to want Mulligan's--and I'll have it. When can you put the deal through?
Oh, nonsense, make him sell at once--get him on the 'phone.


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