"
"_Canned_ goods?" Morris murmured.
Abe bit the ends of his mustache for a moment, and then he leaped to his
feet.
"_Canada!_" he yelled, and Lina nodded vigorously.
He darted out of the show-room and ran to the telephone. In ten minutes
he returned, his face bathed in perspiration.
"Anna," he croaked, "you come to work by me. Yes? How much you get by
that--that M. Garfunkel?"
"Twenty dollars a month," Anna replied.
"All right, we'll pay you twenty-two," he said. "You're cheap at the
price. So I expect you this evening."
He turned to his partner after the girls had gone.
"Mawruss," he said, "put them goods for M. Garfunkel back in stock. I
rung up Klinger & Klein and they sold him four thousand. I also rung up
the Perfection Cloak and Suit Company--also four thousand; Margolius &
Fried--two thousand; Levy, Martin & Co.--three thousand, and so on. The
way I figure it, he must of bought a hundred thousand dollars' worth of
goods, all in the last few days, and all at ninety days net. He couldn't
get a quarter of the goods in that First Avenue building of his,
Mawruss, so where is the rest? Auction houses, Mawruss, north, south,
east and west, and I bet yer he got the advance checks for each
consignment deposited in Montreal right now. I bet yer he didn't even
unpack the cases before he reshipped. Tell Miss Cohen to come in and
bring her book."
When Miss Cohen took her seat Abe rose and cleared his throat for an
epistle worthy of the occasion.
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