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"Come, Abe," he said, "we'll take Feder's advice." "Feder's advice?" Feinholz repeated. "You mean that feller what I seen it in your store this morning?" "That's what I mean," Morris replied. "Feder says to us we should take it his lawyers, McMaster, Peddle & Crane, and he would see to it that they wouldn't charge us much." Feinholz smiled.

"We got 'em insured, and so long as we get our money out of 'em we would rather not be bothered with him." "Did you have any other damages, boys?" Feder asked, with a solicitude engendered of a ten-thousand-dollar accommodation to Potash & Perlmutter's debit on the books of the Kosciusko Bank. "Otherwise, everything is O. K.," Morris replied cheerfully.

"I know it did, Mawruss," Abe said, "and Feder says that Sugarman told him he charges you five hundred dollars, and so he don't want to be a hog, Mawruss, and, therefore, he closes with Rashkin for a hundred and fifty." Morris' jaw dropped and he stared at Abe. "Furthermore, Mawruss," Abe went on, "Rashkin comes in to see Feder the other day and tells Feder he would be glad to make a quick turn.

After this Morris was easily persuaded to accept Noblestone's invitation to drink a cup of coffee, and they retired immediately to a neighboring bakery and lunch room. "Yes, Mr. Noblestone," Morris said, consulting the card. "I give you right about Feder. That feller is worser as a dentist. He's a bloodsucker.

DRAGOON. From distant Erin came I here. You're a Walloon, my friend, that's clear, And you, an Italian, as all may hear. FIRST CUIRASSIER. Who I may be, faith! I never could say; In my infant years they stole me away. SERGEANT. And you, from what far land may you be? FIRST ARQUEBUSIER. I come from Buchau on the Feder Sea. SERGEANT. Neighbor, and you? SECOND ARQUEBUSIER. I am a Swiss.

As Noblestone left the first vice-president's office, he encountered Feder's visitor, who wore an air of furtive apprehension characteristic of a man making his initial visit to a pawn shop. Noblestone waited on the bench outside for perhaps ten minutes, when Mr. Feder's visitor emerged, a trifle red in the face. "That's my terms, Mr. Perlmutter," Feder said.

"Sure it is," Mr. Feder replied, "and it just fits me, Mawruss. In fact, it fits me so good that when I went to the barber-shop in a two-piece suit this morning, Mawruss, I come away with a three-piece suit and a souvenir besides." "A souvenir!" Abe cried. "What for a souvenir?" Mr. Feder put his hand in his trousers pocket and tumbled the missing ring and pin on to a baize-covered sample table.

"Well, if I would got to accept such a proposition like that, Mr. Feder," the visitor declared, "I would sooner bust up first. That's all I got to say." He jammed his hat down on his head and made for the door. "Now, Mr. Noblestone, I am ready for you," Feder cried, but his summons fell on deaf ears, for Noblestone was in quick pursuit of the vanishing Perlmutter.

Feder," he exclaimed, "ain't this indeed a pleasure? Come inside, Mr. Feder. Come inside into our show-room." He brought out a seat for the vice-president and dusted it carefully. "I ain't come to see you, Abe," Mr. Feder said; "I come to see that partner of yours." He untied the string that bound the brown paper parcel and pulled out its contents. "Why!" Morris gasped. "That's my vest."

He paused and looked at Morris. "And he was a pretty good judge of diamonds, too," he continued. "Who was the feller, Mr. Feder?" Abe asked. "I guess you know, Abe," Mr. Feder replied. "His name is Hymie Kotzen."