“Excuse me,” he said. The young man looked up. “My name is Charlie Parsons. I wonder if you’d do me a favor.” “What’s that?” the young man asked. “This fellow here,” Parsons said, indicating the redhead, “has a gold coin, and I might be interested in buying it from him. Trouble is, I left my glasses home, and I can’t read the date on it. I wonder if you’d be so kind.”
