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"A friend of mine he says to me: 'If any one could tell you about real estate, Mosha Kronberg could. There's a man, he says, 'which his opinion you could trust in it anything what he says is so. If the Astors and the Goelets would know about East Side real estate what that feller knows understand me instead of their hundreds of millions they would have thousands of millions already."
It is an elegant place, Max." "And what is more, Max," Morris added, "only last Saturday night, Alex tells me, the store was so crowded two saleswomen fainted." "It sounds good," Max admitted. "Who did you say owns the store?" "Alex Kronberg," Morris replied. "Kronberg Kronberg," Max repeated. "The name sounds familiar. When did you say he would be here?"
"Well, there's nothing the matter with Aaron's cousin, Alex Kronberg, anyhow," Morris observed. "That feller does a fine business in Bridgetown, and Sammet Brothers could no more take his trade away from us than they could fly." "That ain't our fault, Mawruss," Abe rejoined.
Klinkberg," he said, handing Klinkberg & Company's two thousand eight hundred dollar check to that firm's senior partner, "buy me one thousand shares Amalgamated Refineries at the market." An hour later he walked leisurely along Madison Street, and as he approached his own doorway Aaron Kronberg swooped down upon him. "Uncle Mosha," he almost screamed, "where was you?"
They're crude, Kronberg, and homemade, but in time they'll do the work." Kronberg's face grew colorless as death itself as his mind leaped to the torture of the day before.
He rose smiling, though his eyes were dangerously brilliant. "Just when," said he lazily, "did you steal the paper I found in the candlestick? It's gone " He had struck fire from the stone man at last. A hopeless, hunted look flamed up in Kronberg's eyes and died away. "Ah!" guessed Carl keenly, "so you're in some muddle there, too, eh?" Kronberg stared sullenly at the dusty floor.
Nor was Luther's sharp pen long idle against Rome, as indeed might have been anticipated from his letter to Kronberg. He found his chief occasion for attack in a series of new edicts and other measures of the German bishops against the innovations the abolition of clerical celibacy, the transgression of the laws of fasting, and so on.
"A silence strike?" inquired Carl. "Well we'll see how you feel about that in the morning. As for the skylight, Kronberg, if you feel like skating down an icy roof to hell, try it." Whistling softly, Carl backed to the door and disappeared. An instant later came the click of a key in the lock. He had taken the lamp with him.
They would leave you like a shot." "Alex Kronberg wouldn't take it so particular," Morris retorted. "He knows I am only doing it for his own good." "Oh, if you are only doing it for his own good, Mawruss, then that's something again," Abe said; "because in that case we would not only lose him for a customer, Mawruss, but we would also make an enemy of him for life."
"Did Mosha Kronberg telephone that himself?" "All right, Mawruss; then I am a liar!" Abe exploded. "I am telling you with my own ears I heard him." "I believe you, Abe," Morris said soothingly. "Don't hurry back from your lunch. I got lots of time." "I would hurry back oder not, as I please, Mawruss," Abe retorted as he trudged off toward Hammersmith's restaurant.
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