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"Moe Rabiner gets paid for it, I bet yer," Morris agreed. "What a noise them fellers make it, Mawruss!" Abe continued. "Honestly, I thought my head was busting; and when they get finished the lady which done the hollering asks 'em who the piece is by, Mawruss and who do you think Rabiner says?" "How should I know who he says?" Morris retorted angrily. "Richard Strauss," Abe replied.
Louis declared, in defiance of the law of scandal and libel; "six months I would give the feller at the outside. A feller couldn't attend to business if he would set up till all hours of the night playing fiddle with that lowlife, Rabiner. That ain't all yet, neither! Yesterday he pays for a fiddle three thousand dollars."
Sooner or later Geigermann would find out what stickers them Klinger & Klein garments is, and then Moe Rabiner couldn't sell him no more of them goods, not if he would be a whole orchestra already." The personality of Aaron Shellak was simply thrown away on the garment trade.
"It's already two o'clock, so I guess, Abe, you would be liable to get him in the back room of Wasserbauer's Café. Him and a feller by the name Feinson and that lowlife Rabiner plays there auction pinochle together." "But ain't he got no office, Mawruss?" Abe asked. "Sure, he's got an office," Morris replied. "He's got it desk-room with a couple of real estaters on Liberty Street, Abe.
To a man in my conditions, Sol, coffee is poison already." "Why, what's the matter, Abe?" Sol asked. "I'm a sick feller, Sol," Abe went on. "The rheumatism I got it all over my body. I assure you I couldn't go out on the road this fall. I had to hire it a salesman." "Is that so?" Sol Klinger replied. "Well, we had to hire it a new salesman, too a young feller by the name Moe Rabiner.
"But I thought Klipmann's partner was called Milton Strauss," Morris said. "Maybe it was Milton Strauss," Abe continued. "Milton oder Richard, I couldn't remember. It was one of them up-to-date names anyhow; and, mind you, Mawruss, that feller Rabiner has got the nerve to ask me if I didn't like Strauss. What could I say?
"Why, this here Rabiner gets an order from Prosnauer, of the Arcade Mercantile Company, for garments what we ain't got in our line at all," Sol Klinger explained; "and Prosnauer furnishes us the sample garments, which we are to return to him just so soon as we can copy them, and then " "S'enough," Abe cried. "I heard enough, Sol. Don't rub it in." "Why, what do you mean, Abe?" Sol asked.
"He used to work by B. Gans, and he's a very close friend of a feller what used to work for us by the name Mozart Rabiner." "You mean that musical feller?" Abe said. "That's the one," Leon answered. "I bet yer he was musical. That feller got the artistic temperature all right, Abe. He didn't give a damn how much of our money he spent it.
"Well, then, here's a feller answers by the name Mozart Rabiner," Morris continued. "Did y'ever hear of him, Abe?" "If you mean Moe Rabiner, Mawruss," Abe replied. "I never knew his name was Mozart before, Mawruss, but there was a feller by the name Moe Rabiner what used to work for Sammet Brothers, Mawruss, and that feller could make the pianner fairly talk, Mawruss.
"Dat's anudder member of de gang," the bell-boy replied. "Dat's Mr. Rabiner. He quit a big loser about one o'clock dis mornin'." Abe handed his informant a dime. "Take me to his room," he said. The bell-boy led the way to the seventh floor and conducted Abe to the door of Rabiner's room. "Dat's a pretty said spiel dat guy is tearin' off," he commented. "It makes me tink of a dago funeral."
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