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"Why, I mean I knew all along that fiddle of yours was a fake; and anyhow, Abe, I seen Milton Strauss, of Klipmann, Strauss & Bleimer, and what d'ye suppose he told it me, Abe?" Abe shrugged angrily. "If you must got to get it off your chest before I tell you what Geigermann told to me, Mawruss," he said, "go ahead."
"You shouldn't worry yourself, Kleiman," Morris cried, turning around in his chair. "Felix Geigermann ain't going to fail just yet a while." "Me worry?" Kleiman retorted. "For my part, Felix Geigermann could fail to-morrow yet; he don't owe me one cent, nor never would. I ain't looking to sell no goods to fiddlers, Perlmutter. I am dealing only with merchants."
Sixteen-seventy, I think it was; and the only thing for us to do, Mawruss, is we should fix up some scheme to get that fiddle back from Geigermann; and that's all there is to it." "Well, go ahead, Abe," Morris said. "Go ahead and see him this afternoon." For the third time Abe put on his hat. "First and foremost I would go out and get a bite to eat, Mawruss," he said.
Potash?" the newcomer asked timidly. He was a short, slender man, past middle age, clad in a shabby overcoat, half threadbare, and a soft felt hat of a dingy, weatherbeaten appearance. "Nu!" Abe growled. "What is it now?" "Mr. Potash," the stranger continued, "I called to see you at the request of Mr. Geigermann. My name is Steuermann."
Mozart Rabiner plays for her on the pianner, Mawruss; and when she gets through, the way Rabiner jollies her you would think she would be buying goods for Marshall Field yet. After that, Geigermann takes the fiddle and him and Moe Rabiner gets together by the pianner and for three quarters of an hour, Mawruss, they work away like they was being paid for it."
All I am saying is what is right here in the paper, black on white; and if you don't believe me you could read it for yourself." He handed the paper to Morris; and, as the latter commenced to read over the Geigermann paragraph, Kleiman and his friends slunk hurriedly out of the restaurant.
"Furthermore," Morris went on, "if Felix Geigermann hears it you are making a break like this that he's going to fail yet, and all sorts of crooks you are calling him, Kleiman he would sue you in the courts for a hundred thousand dollars yet. From a big mouth a feller could get himself into a whole lot of trouble." Kleiman scrambled hastily to his feet and seized his hat.
What do I care if the fiddle is or it ain't one of them genu-ine Who's This's? Once you give a thing you give a thing, ain't it? And I don't care what experts says nor nothing." Felix Geigermann blushed. When Emil Pilz had called on him the night before he had scented the object of the visit and had exhibited not Abe's gift but the Karanyi Amati.
"Geh weg, you fool!" Morris exclaimed angrily. "Why should a millionaire concern like Mandelberger Brothers & Company got to fail? You talk like a lunatic." Once more Abe seized his hat. "I got enough of your nonsense, Mawruss," he said, starting for the elevator. "Wait!" Morris cried, grabbing him by the arm. "Did you ship any goods to Felix Geigermann yet?" "Felix Geigermann?" Abe repeated.
"Last night I am sitting in the Harlem Winter Garden with Felix Geigermann, and Leon Sammet butts in on us and tells Geigermann he's got a cousin which he could play shello, and Geigermann says that he should come around to the house next Tuesday and play it with him and Rabiner." Abe shrugged his shoulders.
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