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Perlmutter," he said; but the words fell on deaf ears, for as soon as he entered the room Morris descried the violin, which rested on top of Geigermann's desk. He pounced on it immediately, and turning it over in his hand he examined it with the minutest care. At length he discerned the label inside the "eff" hole.
Hence Morris Perlmutter argued that Max Kirchner would resort to Kleiman & Elenbogen's loft for comfort and advice; and as he stepped out of the elevator his surmise was confirmed by a nimbus emanating from the necktie of a person seated at the far end of the showroom. "Hello, Max!" Morris cried; "who'd thought of seeing you here!"
"You remember that you drew me up a burglar-proof contract between him and us a few weeks ago, and now I want you to be the burglar and bust it up for me." Feldman touched the button on his desk. "Bring me the draft of the contract between Potash & Perlmutter and Louis Grossman that I dictated last month," he said to the boy who answered. In a few minutes the boy returned with a large envelope.
Potash calls me Ike, and my name is Ralph. If a man's name is Ralph, Mr. Perlmutter, he naturally don't like it to be called Ike." "I know it," Morris agreed, "but some people ain't got a good memory for names, Ralph. Even myself I forget it names, too, oncet in a while, occasionally." "But that ain't all, Mr. Perlmutter," Ralph went on. "Yesterday, while you was out, Mr.
Abe superintended the disposal of the packing cases in the cutting-room, and he was engaged in opening them when Miss Cohen, the bookkeeper, entered. "Mr. Potash," she said, "Mr. Perlmutter wants to see you in the show-room." "Did he come back from lunch so soon?" Abe asked. "He came in right after he went out," she replied. "I guess he must be sick. He looks sick." Abe turned pale.
"I was going to see that opera last Saturday night if that lowlife Walsh wouldn't have took me to the prize-fight." He paused and helped himself to a fresh cigar from the "gilt-edged" box. "For anybody else but a loafer," he concluded, "prize-fighting is nix. Opera, Mr. Perlmutter, that's an amusement for a gentleman." Morris nodded a vigorous acquiescence.
"I guess I am doing the same what you are doing, Klinger," Morris replied stiffly. "I am buying for a customer a present. Ain't it?" Klinger nodded. "Honestly, Perlmutter," he said, "I never seen the like how things happen. No sooner you start to sell goods to a feller than somebody is engaged oder married in his family."
Perlmutter interrupted, "but this is America, and you've got to go around with me right after dinner and see the poor people." Morris shrugged his shoulders. "If I must, I must," he said, helping himself to more of the veal stew, "but I could tell you right now, Minnie, I ain't got twenty-five cents in my clothes, so you got to lend me a couple of dollars till Saturday."
Potash," he said and Morris glared at Abe. "I'm surprised at you, you should suggest such a thing, Abe!" he exclaimed. "Seemingly you got no conscience at all. A thousand dollars we should pay the feller! I bet yer he would lie himself black in the face for a twenty-dollar bill." "It isn't a matter of money, Mr. Perlmutter," Steuermann said; "but why not see the old man to-night?
"The information which you now disclose, Mr. Sammet," he said, after Leon had made known his predicament, "is all obiter dicta." Leon blushed. He imagined this to be somewhat harsh criticism of the innocent statement that he thought Potash & Perlmutter could be bluffed into releasing Louis Grossman. "Imprimis," Mr. Feldman went on, "I have not been consulted by Mr.
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