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Also, a jury by the city court could tell it, Abe; and also, I rung up Henry D. Feldman and asked him if he could take a case for us against Louis Feinholz, and Feldman says that Feinholz is such an old client that he couldn't do it. And that's the way it goes." "But them capes was never intended to be the same like that sample, Mawruss," Abe cried.
"Then it is positively all off," cried Feinholz as one of his saleswomen entered. She held a familiar garment in her hand, and in the dim light of Feinholz's private office the buttons and soutache with which the cape was adorned sparkled like burnished gold. "Mr. Feinholz," she said, "a lady saw this on one of the racks and she wants to know how much it costs."
Together they conducted Feder on a tour of their premises and, after he was quite reassured, they presented him with a good cigar and ushered him into the elevator. "I guess you put your foot in it with Feinholz, Mawruss," Abe said after Feder had departed. "How can we go to that kid nephew of his now and ask him to adjust the loss, Mawruss?" Morris arched his eyebrows and stared at his partner.
"Ain't you got it a writing?" Abe asked. "I ain't got no writing about the winder sample, Abe," Morris replied. "I only got it a writing about the order." "But ain't you got no witnesses, Mawruss?" Abe asked. "Witnesses I got it plenty, Abe," Morris answered. "And so has Feinholz got it witnesses.
And that's the way it goes." "That's a fine crook, that Louis Feinholz," Abe cried virtuously. "I wonder that you would sell people like that goods at all, Mawruss. That feller ain't no good, Mawruss. I seen him go back three times on four hundred hands up at Max Geigerman's house last week, a dollar a hundred double-double. He's a gambler, too."
"All the fire was in the elevator shaft and them garments what he returned it us is nothing but ashes." "But, Abe," Morris began, when the telephone bell trilled impatiently. Abe took up the receiver. "Hallo!" he said. "Yes, this is Potash. Oh, hallo, Feinholz!" "Say, Potash," Feinholz said at the other end of the wire, "we got the store full of people here.
"When he seen the smoke coming up he shuts quick the iron door on the freight elevator and everything's all right in the cutting-room, only a little water by the elevator shaft." "And how about the packages from Feinholz?" Morris continued. But before Miss Cohen could reply Abe burst into the show-room with a broad grin on his face. "That's a good joke on Feinholz, Mawruss," he said.
Feinholz rejoined: "Yes, you was insured by your loft, but you wasn't insured by your freight elevator." "But by the rules of the Fire Insurance Exchange," Blaustein interrupted, "when a policy reads " "What do we care about the Fire Insurance Exchange?" Feinholz broke in. "The Farmers and Ranchers' ain't members of the Fire Insurance Exchange.
"That's what I told it young Feinholz," Morris replied, "and he says supposing we should, so to speak, have a fire, he guarantees it we would collect our money every cent of it right here in New York. And anyhow, Abe, any objections what you got to this here Farmers and Ranchers' policy wouldn't be no use anyhow." "No?" Abe said. "Why not?"
One of them was Samuel Feder, vice-president of the Kosciusko Bank, and the other was Louis Feinholz, proprietor of the Longchamps Store. "Well, Abe," Feder cried, "what's this I hear about the fire?" "Come into the office, Mr. Feder," Abe cried, while Morris greeted Feinholz. "Morris will be through soon." "Say, Mawruss," Feinholz said. "What's the matter with you boys?
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