Bernie The Faust

Bernie the FaustThat's what Ricardo calls me. I don't know what I am.Here I am, I'm sitting in my little nine-by-six office. I'm reading notices of Government-surplus sales. I'm trying to decide where lies a possible buck and where lies nothing but more headaches.So the office door opens. This little guy with a dirty face, wearing a very dirty, very wrinkled Palm Beach suit, he walks into my office, and he coughs a bit and he says:"Would you be interested in buying a twenty for a five?"...