Jack Woodford

“ Doc looked pained for a moment, then he burst out laughing and slapped me on the back.
“So that’s the way it is!” he roared. Then, in an aside: “All right, you know I take the address and phone number of every customer; there may be a chance for you; hope to goodness there is. She is the kind that would keep a man from loafing around radio stores at night and casting aspersions on the proprietors.”
With that he was gone, back over to where the young man stood frowning at the set he seemingly hated to part with at the price offered. ”

“ And oh, what a radio salesman he is!
To begin with, he won’t have a new set in his store, or, if he does have to stock a few new sets now and then, he invariably marks them “secondhand,” for he hates anything that has a fixed price on it.
Not a set in Doc’s shop has a price tag, and not a set but what he may vary the price from one hundred to one thousand per cent. And I wish you could see him sell them. All he aims to do is to get some cash out of any one who comes in the store, and, leave it to him, he never fails ”

“ He started calmly to wrap up the set again.
“Well, wait,” interrupted Doc, “I didn’t say how much I’d give you yet, did I? Never go away without getting the other man’s figures first. How much do you want for it?”
“How much will you give me?” snapped the young man.
“You’re selling the set,” Doc reminded him.
“Will you give me sixty-five dollars?”
Doc looked pained.
“There’s a law in this city,” he said, “against highway robbery; surely you don’t want to take advantage of a man of my years? Somebody’s gone and told you about my soft heart. It’s cost me many a dollar I’ll tell you!” ”