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"I give you right about that, Mawruss," Abe said. "I got in a good Schlag at Leon Sammet and Moe Rabiner last night, Mawruss, I bet yer. I got from Geigermann a repeat order on them two-piece velvet suits seven hundred and fifty dollars; and do you know how I done it?" "Chloroformed him," Morris suggested ironically. "That's all right, Mawruss," Abe retorted. "Go ahead and joke if you want to.
"If we would lose as many customers as you are talking about, Abe, we wouldn't got a decent concern left on our books at all. You got to give Geigermann credit for knowing a good garment when he sees it." "Sure, I know, Mawruss," Abe replied.
"But anyhow, that ain't neither here nor there," he continued as Morris remained silent. "We would quick find out for ourselves what the fiddle really is, because to-morrow morning I am going around to the store and Geigermann gives me the fiddle back." Morris paused in the folding of a velvet skirt. "I wouldn't do that, Abe, if I was you," he said.
If that cut-throat Rabiner thinks he is going to get me to knock a competitor in front of Geigermann he's mistaken. 'Sure I like him, I says; 'why not? 'In that case, Moe says, 'we'll play some more of this. 'Go as far as you like, I says, and they kept it up till the elevator boy rings the bell and says a lady on the top floor is sick. I don't blame her, Mawruss; I was pretty sick myself."
"What's that you are whistling?" he inquired; and Cesar smiled. "Tschaikovsky's Fourt' Symphony," he replied, and then he reached around to his hip-pocket. "See; I am got music." He handed a paper-covered miniature score to Geigermann, who opened it at random. "Ha!" Felix exclaimed as his eye lit on a familiar phrase in the last movement.
"You don't know what you are talking about, Abe." Nevertheless, when Felix Geigermann, the well-known Harlem dry-goods merchant and violin dilettante, entered Potash & Perlmutter's showroom the next morning Morris greeted him with some misgiving. "Hello, Felix!" he said. "Are you giving us a repeat order so soon already on them 4022's?" Felix shook his head.
Geigermann says it was stuck in there three hundred years ago, when the fiddle was made. And you ought to see Moe Rabiner, Mawruss. He looks at that fiddle for pretty near half an hour. He turns it upside down and he blows into it and he takes his finger and wets it and rubs on it, and he smells it, and Gott weiss what he don't do with it." "He's a dangerous feller, Abe," Morris commented.
It was a beaded marquisette costume, made in obvious imitation of one of Potash & Perlmutter's leaders; and the retail price quoted by Geigermann was precisely one dollar less than Potash & Perlmutter's lowest wholesale figure. "That's some of Harkavy's work," Morris muttered; and for the remainder of the journey he was once more plunged in the gloomiest cogitation.
I ain't going to let go so easy." "Might you couldn't help yourself maybe," Morris commented. "You shouldn't worry, Mawruss," Abe concluded. "I sold Felix Geigermann since way before the Spanish War already, and I would sooner expect my own brother supposing I got one to turn us down as him."
"And then," Morris went on, "Geigermann shows the feller the fiddle, y'understand, and if it is worth it oder it isn't worth it the feller says nothing to Geigermann, but he comes back and reports to us." Abe nodded again. "If I was to tell you all the weak points of that scheme, Mawruss," he said, "I could stand here talking till my tongue dropped out yet.
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