"
Abe consulted the telephone book and again put on his hat.
"Where are you going now, Abe?" Morris asked.
"I'm going down to Ferdy Rothschild's office," Abe replied.
"But you wouldn't find him in, Abe," Morris protested.
"I hope not," Abe replied; and for the second time that day he left his
place of business and boarded a downtown L train.
Ferdy Rothschild's office was tucked away in an obscure corner of a
small office building on Liberty Street, and as Abe plodded wearily up
three flights of stairs he overtook a short, stout gentleman headed in
the same direction.
"A feller what's got his office on the top floor of a back-number
building like this," said the exhausted traveler, "should keep it
airships for his customers."
"I bet yer," Abe gasped, as they reached the landing together, and
then in silence they both walked side by side to the office of
Ferdy Rothschild.
Abe opened the door and motioned his companion to enter first, whereat
the stranger nodded politely and walked into the office.
"Is Mr. Rothschild in?" he said to the office-boy, who was the sole
occupant of the room.
"Mr. Rothschild, now, telephoned," the boy replied, "and he says, now,
that if a guy comes in by the name of Marks to tell him he should wait."
"Did he say he would be right in?" Mr. Marks asked.
"No," the boy answered, "but he'll be in soon, all right."
"How do you know that?" Abe asked.
"Because, now, I heard him tell the other boys that he wouldn't set no
longer time limit," the boy replied; "but he says he'd play four more
deals and then he'd quit.
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