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His stay was brief, and in five minutes he had relieved Abe of all his spare cigars and departed, leaving only a certified copy of the replevin order and a strong smell of whisky to signalize the transfer of the Empire gowns from Hymie to Abe. Hardly had he banged the door behind him when a messenger boy entered and handed a telegram to Abe. "Ain't shipped no goods but the 4022's," it read.
Morris forced a hollow laugh. "Me wear 'em, Abe!" he exclaimed. "No, siree, Abe, I'm not the kind what wears diamonds. I leave that to sports like Hymie Kotzen." Nevertheless, he placed the ring on the third finger of his left hand, with the stone turned in, and carefully wrapping up the pin in tissue-paper he placed it in his waistcoat pocket.
By a feat of legerdemain that a conjurer might have envied, Morris transferred the pin and ring to his waistcoat pocket and followed Abe to the show-room. "Well, Hymie," Morris cried, "we thought you would be prompt on the day. Ain't it?" Hymie smiled a sickly smirk in which there was as little mirth as there was friendliness. "You got another think coming," Hymie replied. "What d'ye mean?"
If you got to get that thousand dollars to-day you will manage it somehow. So that's the way it stands. We keep open here till six o'clock, Hymie, and the diamonds will be waiting for you as soon so you bring us the thousand dollars. That's all." There was a note of finality in Abe's tones that made Hymie put on his hat and leave without another word.
"I guess you don't know Louis Blumenkrohn, Abe," Hymie retorted. "He claims it shortage before he unpacks the goods already." "Well, what has that got to do with us, Hymie?" Morris burst out. "You see how it is, boys," Hymie explained; "so I got to ask it you a couple of weeks' extension." "A couple of weeks' extension is nix, Hymie," Abe said, and Morris nodded his head in approval.
"But, Abe," Hymie protested, "I got to have the money. I promised Feder I would give it him this afternoon." Abe remained silent. "I tell you what I'll do, Abe," Hymie insisted; "I'll come around and see you." "It won't be no use, Hymie," Abe said, but Central was his only auditor, for Hymie had hung up the receiver.
Abe had started on his second dill pickle, and he held it in his hand as he turned around in his chair. "Hallo, Hymie," he said; "ain't you feeling good to-day?" "Oh, hallo, Abe," Kotzen cried, glancing over; "why don't you come over and sit at my table?" "I guess I will," Abe replied.
Morris exclaimed. "I'm up against it, boys," Hymie explained. "I expected to get it a check for two thousand from Heller, Blumenkrohn this morning." "And didn't it come?" Abe asked. "Sure it come," Hymie replied, "but it was only sixteen hundred and twenty dollars. They claim it three hundred and eighty dollars for shortage in delivery, so I returned 'em the check."
Ain't it? And, anyhow, Abe, it can't do no harm to ask him." "Well, Hymie, he's over at the store now," Abe replied. "Go ahead and ask him." "I know it what he'd say if I ask him, Abe. He'd tell me I should see you; but you say I should see him, and then I'm up in the air. Ain't it?" Abe treated himself to a final rubdown with the napkin and scrambled to his feet. "All right, Hymie," he said.
Hymie cried, jumping once more to his feet. "My diamonds you loaned it, Mawruss? Well, all I got to say is either you get them diamonds back right away, or either I will call a policeman and make you arrested." "Make me arrested, then, Hymie," Morris replied resignedly, "because the feller what I loaned them diamonds to won't return 'em for two weeks anyhow." Hymie sat down again.
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