You
must be crazy, Mawruss. Ain't Hahn said he's coming down next month to
buy his spring goods? What you want to do, Mawruss? Throw three to five
thousand dollars in the street, Mawruss?"
"You talk foolishness, Abe," Morris rejoined. "Once a man gets married,
his wife's family has got to stand for him. Suppose he does bust up;
would that be our fault, Abe? Then Philip Hahn sets him up in business
again, and the first thing you know, Abe, we got two customers instead
of one. And I bet yer we could get Philip Hahn to guarantee the account
yet."
"Them theories what you got, Mawruss, sounds good, but maybe he busts up
_before_ they get married, and then, Mawruss, we lose Philip Hahn's
business and Max Fried's business, and we are also out a sterling silver
engagement present for Miss Kreitmann. Ain't it?"
He put on his hat and coat and lit a cigar.
"I guess, Mawruss, I'll go right now," he concluded, "and see what I can
find out about him."
In three hours he returned and entered the show-room.
"Well, Abe," Morris cried, "what did you find out? Is it all right?"
Abe carefully selected a fresh cigar and shook his head solemnly.
"Nix, Mawruss," he said. "Mendel Immerglick is nix for a nice girl like
Miss Kreitmann."
He took paper out of his waistcoat pocket for the purpose of refreshing
his memory.
"First, I seen Moe Klein, of Klinger & Klein," he went on. "Moe says he
seen Mendel Immerglick, in the back of Wasserbauer's Cafe, playing
auction pinochle with a couple of loafer salesmen at three o'clock in
the afternoon, and while Moe was standing there already them two
low-lives set Immerglick back three times on four hundred hands at a
dollar a hundred, _double double_.
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