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As he walked up the broad staircase he met Max Koblin at the first landing. "Max," he said, "where are you going this time of night?" Max stopped short. His eyes blazed in a face so careworn and haggard that, to Abe, he seemed to have aged ten years since their meeting that afternoon. "This is what comes of your butting in!" Max cried bitterly.
Abe tossed on his pillow all night; and when at breakfast he learned that Sidney Koblin had not returned, he swallowed with difficulty a cup of coffee and left a steak, two eggs and a plate of French-fried potatoes entirely untasted. Thus he was enabled to catch the seven-five instead of the seven-thirty train.
We're going to have a showroom so soon as we are settled a safe too. A telephone we already got it. This is Mr. Potash, Katzberg, and the other gentleman I don't know at all." "Mr. Koblin," Abe explained; "he is coming to work by you as a salesman." "A salesman!" Katzberg exclaimed. "Why, we don't want no " Shapolnik turned on him with a glare.
Half an hour later Abe conducted his retiring skirt-cutter to the Fifth Avenue branch of the Kosciusko Bank, and as they approached the corner of Nineteenth Street on their return they encountered Max Koblin, the Raincoat King. He was about to enter the tonneau of an automobile, while Sidney Koblin, the Heir Apparent, sat at the tiller arrayed in a silk duster and goggles.
Koblin exclaimed. "I rung up my son and he wouldn't come back. You are turning him against me you and them two other crooks. You think you would get my money out of me. Very well. I'll show you. I ain't through with you yet. I'll put you fellers where you belong."
Would you believe me, Abe, I tried to get up a game of auction pinocle there and I couldn't do it! Nobody would play less than a dollar a hundred. I'm surprised to hear the place is run down so." "Oh, if the house's got a big reputation for auction pinocle, Mawruss, then that's something else again! They play just as high as former times. Sidney Koblin lost forty dollars last night.
He was about to return to the showroom, when the telephone bell rang and Morris took the receiver from the hook. "Hello!" he said. "Yes, this is Potash & Perlmutter. He's right here. Abe, Max Koblin wants to talk to you." "He does, hey?" Abe replied. "Well, I don't want to talk to him." "You should tell him that yourself," Morris said as he walked away from the telephone.
"Ain't you the old tightwad!" he said. Max's reply to this observation was quite unprecedented in all Sidney's experience. It took the form of an open-handed blow on the cheek, the first ever administered by his indulgent parent since Sidney's infancy. Forthwith began a family row that brought the entire household guests, servants and proprietress on the run to the Koblin apartments. When Mrs.
"I ain't got nothing to do with your quarrels." Abe watched Morris disappear into the showroom and then he ran to the telephone and slammed the receiver on to the hook with force sufficient almost to wreck the instrument. At intervals of a few seconds the telephone rang for more than half an hour. Fifteen minutes after it had ceased the elevator door opened and Max Koblin entered. "Cut-throat!"
For two minutes Abe gulped convulsively and blinked at the Raincoat King in stunned amazement. Then he rose slowly to his feet. "All right, Koblin," he said. "I heard enough from you. I wash myself of the entire matter. For my part you and your son could go to the devil; and take it from me, it won't be your fault if he don't."
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