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Why should we sell his account, Mr. Griesman? He's a little slow, y'understand, but he's quite good. That's all right. Good-by." When he returned to the showroom his face wore a puzzled expression. "Well, Abe, what did he want?" Morris asked. Abe shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what he is up to, Mawruss," Abe said; "but he tells me he wants to buy from us Sam Green's account.
"I think I seen you in a law office oncet," Griesman said. "To the best of my recollection the occasion was one which you said you didn't give a damn about my business at all, and if I wouldn't pay for the skirts you would make it hot for me. But so far what I hear it, I ain't paid for the skirts, and I didn't sweat none either." "Why not let bygones be bygones, Mr. Griesman?" Abe rejoined.
You got altogether too much to say for a feller which comes downtown at ten o'clock with no excuse nor nothing." At this point Abe interrupted his partner long enough to relate his visit to Moe Griesman, but the information entirely failed to placate Morris. "All right, Abe," he shouted; "why don't you go to Paris? That's all you're fit for.
"Well, if you would wanted to seen me, Leon, you knew where you could find me: just below the pantry my stateroom was, inside. A dawg shouldn't got to live in such a place." At this juncture Salzman appeared to summon his employer to a game of auction pinocle in the smoking room, and as Abe started to make a feeble promenade around the deckhouse he encountered Moe Griesman.
After five minutes' further conversation, Leon relinquished his end of the wire to Griesman and immediately thereafter Abe's voice diminished in harshness till it became fairly flutelike with friendship and amiability. "Oh, hello, Mr. Griesman!" he said. "Did you want to talk to me? Why, no, Mr. Griesman, he don't owe us nothing. He paid us this morning. Sure! What did you want to know for?
"Why, how do you do, Mr. Griesman?" he exclaimed. "Ain't it a pleasure to see you! What are you doing here in New York?" Griesman looked hard at his interlocutor before replying. Some two years earlier there had been an acrimonious correspondence between them with reference to a shipment of skirts lost in transit a correspondence ending in threatened litigation; and Mr.
"Hello!" he yelled. "I want to speak with Mr. Griesman. Never mind what I want to speak with him about. That's my business. I ain't the fresh one you are the fresh one. You are asking me something which you ain't got no right to ask me at all. You know well enough who it is talking."
So I told him Sam pays us this morning, and he rings off." "Why should Moe Griesman want to buy from us Sam Green's account?" Morris muttered to himself; and then a wave of recollection came over him. Obviously it was Moe Griesman who had bought out Sam's competitors and this caused Sam's bank to shut down on him.
"Well, Miss Smith, you should take that sixty dollars and keep it, because, Mawruss, on the way over I sold Moe Griesman fifty garments of that there style of yours at forty dollars apiece." "You don't say so!" Morris cried. "You don't say so!
"I ain't got no bygones, Abe," Griesman replied. "The bygones is all on your side. I ain't got the skirts; so I didn't pay for 'em." "Well, what is a few skirts that fellers should be enemies about 'em, Mr. Griesman? The skirts is vorbei schon long since already. Why don't you anyhow come down to our place oncet in a while and see us, Moe?" "What would I do in your place, Abe?"
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