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I Can Get It for You Wholesale by Jerome Weidman {Excerpt}

I Can Get It for You Wholesale by Jerome Weidman {Excerpt}

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Just south of Times Square, more than six thousand manufacturers of dresses are crammed into the few blocks that make up Manhattan’s garment district. Their factories are cramped, noisy, and incredibly profitable—and Harry Bogen is going to take them for all they’re worth. A classic conniver, he knows that it’s easier, and a hell of a lot more fun, to turn a buck by lying than by telling the truth.

First he convinces the shipping clerks—the pack animals of the garment industry—to go on strike. With the dress manufacturers brought to their knees, Harry will be there to pick them up again. His conscience might be conflicted, if he had one in the first place.
Just south of Times Square, more than six thousand manufacturers of dresses are crammed into the few blocks that make up Manhattan’s garment district. Their factories are cramped, noisy, and incredibly profitable—and Harry Bogen is going to take them for all they’re worth. A classic conniver, he knows that it’s easier, and a hell of a lot more fun, to turn a buck by lying than by telling the truth.

First he convinces the shipping clerks—the pack animals of the garment industry—to go on strike. With the dress manufacturers brought to their knees, Harry will be there to pick them up again. His conscience might be conflicted, if he had one in the first place.

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 I CAN GET IT FOR YOU WHOLESALE 
By Jerome Weidman
ABOUT NINE-THIRTY A girl came puffing up Lexington and turned into Twenty-Fifth.I’d never seen her before, but I knew she belonged. She wasn’t wearing a hat and she was built like a battleship in the rear. Somehow all those radicals look alike. When she cameto the stoop she stopped and turned and ran up the stairs. A couple of minutes later thelight went on in the top floor window.I smiled to myself and lit another cigarette. I shifted the lamppost into a morecomfortable position between my shoulder blades and set a ten-minute maximum.I was off by almost eight minutes. Before I even had the cigarette going good, I sawhim coming up Lexington. If he would have been moving slowly, I might have had somedoubts. But when I saw he was hurrying, I knew I was right.I crossed the gutter slowly, to meet him, and just as he started to turn the corner, wecame face to face.“Hello, there, Tootsie,” I said, grinning at him.He jumped back a little, and stared at me with his mouth open. It didn’t make himlook any better.“Bogen!”I bowed from the waist, like an actor.“Tootsie Maltz, I presume?”His mouth closed slowly, and he smiled a little.“What the hell are
 you
doing around here?”“I’ll bet I don’t have to ask what
 you’re
doing,” I said and winked.“Why, what do you mean?” he said.He drew himself up and tried to look outraged.“It’s all right, Tootsie,” I said. “You can let your hair down in front of me.”
 
 “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bogen,” he said sharply. He was stilltrying to look like he was a count or a duke and he’d just been accused of cheating atcards. Which was pretty funny. He was short and fat and had an innocent-looking moon-shaped face. On top of that he wasn’t wearing a hat or a coat; he needed a haircut and had been needing it for a couple of weeks already; and his shirt looked like it had seen thelaundry last about the time he stopped wearing knee pants. It was all I could do to keepmyself from laughing in his face.“Come on there, Tootsie,” I said. “Don’t give me any of that bull, will you?”“Listen, Bogen,” he said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Oh, no? Well, I didn’t want to get him sore, but I had to let him know I wasn’t arummy either.“So you don’t know what I’m talking about, eh?” I put my hand on his arm. “Thisisn’t Wednesday, is it? And it wouldn’t happen that Wednesday is an off night for theClub, and nobody shows up, would it? Which wouldn’t mean that the coast was clear for a little fancy yentzing, would it? And from what you know about me, you’d say mymemory was so crummy that I didn’t remember any of this, just because I’ve been awayfor a while, wouldn’t you?”He looked up at me from under his thick eyebrows like a kid that’s being bawledout. His face melted into a sort of half-grin.“Aah, well,” he said, shaking his head.“And all of a sudden I’m getting blind,” I said, “and I didn’t just see a dame with acan like an elephant go up the stoop to the Club, not more than five minutes ago.”By this time we were both smiling at each other.“Same old Harry,” he said.I slapped him on the shoulder.“You mean same old Tootsie,” I said.“All right, then, Mr. Wise Guy,” he said. The grin on his face was a mile wide. “If you’re so smart, and you know where I’m headed for, then what’s the idea holding meup?”

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