"Much obliged.

I'll take it along," and he began rolling it up.
"You take it--VAT ?" exclaimed Otto.
"Well, of course, it's stolen goods." Kling leaned over and caught it from his hand.

"If it's stolen goods, somebody more as you must come in and tell me dot.

By Jeminy, you have got a awful cheek to come in here and tell me dot! Ven I buy, I buy, and it is mine to keep.

Ven I sell, I sell, and dot's nobody's business." Pickert bit his lip.