Abe at once
recounted all his experiences of the morning and dwelt particularly on
the phenomenal rise of Interstate Copper.
"Sol says he guarantees that we double our money in a week," he
concluded.
"Did he say he would put it in writing?" Morris asked.
Abe glared at Morris for an instant.
"Do you think I am making jokes?" he rejoined. "He don't got to put it
in writing, Mawruss. It's as plain as the nose on your face. We pay
twenty-five hundred dollars for a thousand shares at two and a half
to-day, and next week it goes up to five and we sell it and make it
twenty-five hundred dollars. Ain't it?"
"Who do we sell it to?" Morris asked.
Abe pondered for a moment, then his face brightened up.
"Why, to the stock exchange, certainly," he replied.
"_Must_ they buy it from us, Abe?" Morris inquired.
"Sure they must, Mawruss," Abe said. "Ain't Sol Klinger always selling
his stocks to them people?"
"Well, Sol Klinger got his customers, Abe, and we got ours," Morris
replied doubtfully. "Maybe them people would buy it from Sol and
wouldn't buy it from us."
For the rest of the afternoon Morris plied Abe with questions about the
technicalities of the stock market until Abe took refuge in flight and
went home at half-past five. The next morning Morris resumed his quiz
until Abe's replies grew personal in character.
"What's the use of trying to explain something to nobody what don't
understand nothing?" he exclaimed.
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