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His discarded plan for renewing his acquaintance with Uncle Mosha had involved the pretence that he was seeking to interest the old gentleman in the Home for Chronic Invalids, Independent Order Mattai Aaron, of which fraternity Morris was an active member; and Uncle Mosha's apparent distaste for organized charity proved rather disconcerting. "You're a poor guesser, Mr. Kronberg," he said.
"Then you are connected with some charity. Ain't it?" Uncle Mosha continued. Morris denied it indignantly. "Gott soil hüten," he said. "My name is Mr. Perlmutter and I am in the cloak and suit business." "Oh, I remember now!" Uncle Mosha cried. The news that Morris was no charity worker restored him to high good-humour. "I remember you perfect now," he said, shaking hands effusively with Morris.
"Hello, Uncle Mosha!" he cried. "What are you doing around here?" "Couldn't I come uptown oncet in a while if I would want to?" Uncle Mosha replied, somewhat testily. "Sure, sure," Aaron Kronberg hastened to say. "Did you eat yet?" "I never eat in the middle of the day," Uncle Mosha said. "I am up here on business." "On business?" Aaron repeated. "What for business?"
Sheepshanks back his five pounds." "O, come now!" the aëronaut objected. "And who may you be, to be ordering a man about?" "I believe I have already answered that question twice in your hearing." "Mosha the Viscount Thingamy de Something-or-other? I dare say!" "Have you any objection?" "Not the smallest.
"After all," he said, "I might get a good price for the house anyway." From Mosha Kronberg's tenement house on Madison Street to the cloak and suit district, at Nineteenth Street and Fifth Avenue, is less than two miles as the crow flies, but Morris Perlmutter's journey uptown was accomplished in less direct fashion.
"Then all I could say is, Uncle Mosha, before you would got to go begging on the streets yet, you would better sell that house and come to live with me up in Port Sullivan." Uncle Mosha shrugged once more. "I'll tell you the truth, Aaron," he said; "I was going to suggest that to you myself yet. So let's go right off and see this here Perlmutter and we'll talk about Port Sullivan later."
"What are you talking nonsense, Mawruss?" Abe said. "Things wouldn't turned out the way they did if it wouldn't be I met Max Gershon in Hammersmith's. That's what started it, Mawruss." "Nothing of the kind, Abe," Morris retorted. "What started it, Abe, was me when I went down to Madison Street and give Uncle Mosha that cigar, Abe.
'And I trust, madam, not less, said I. 'Well, said she, 'at this rate the matter may be feasible. I will cash one of these five-guinea bills, less the exchange, and give you silver and Scots notes to bear you as far as the border. Beyond that, Mosha the Viscount, you will have to depend upon yourself.
So, when the title is closed I will give you eight thousand dollars to give Mosha, and Mosha will turn it back to me; and, Leon, if he ever sees that eight thousand dollars again it won't be this side of the grave." Leon nodded. "Meantime you've got the house," he said. "Exactly," Aaron replied. "I get the house.
"You see how it is? The feller is a desperate character, Uncle Mosha. You couldn't make him mad even." "A lowlife!" Uncle Mosha cried, shaking his head from side to side. "His mother before him was just such another like him. I could spit blood hollering at that woman and she wouldn't answer me back at all."
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