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"You had enough coffee," Aaron cried sternly. "So you gone and dropped your money on stocks, hey?" Uncle Mosha shrugged and extended one palm in philosophic resignation. "It was my own money, Aaron," he said. "I didn't stole it." "This ain't no time for making jokes, Uncle Mosha," Aaron retorted. "Who was it you was going to sell the house to?" "Maybe you know him," Uncle Mosha said.
"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.
Kronberg's claim of title I mean his immediate vendor was the only surviving collateral of an intestate," he said. "That's where you make a big mistake," Uncle Mosha interrupted. "The feller which I bought the house from was a salesman for a shirt concern." Feldman glared at Uncle Mosha and was about to crush him with a flood of law Latin when the door opened.
"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."
As he passed out of the door he laid the cigar on a side table and its bright red band immediately caught the eye of Uncle Mosha. He pounced on it and was about to hurl it after his departing visitor when something about the smoothness of the wrapper made him pause. Five minutes later he lolled back in a horsehair-covered rocker and puffed contentedly at Morris's cigar.
"Don't you trouble yourself," Uncle Mosha declared with a confidential wink at Leon Sammet and Henry D. Feldman; "I could take care of myself all right." "What are you going to do with all that money, Mr. Kronberg?" Leon asked as Uncle Mosha turned to leave. The old man paused with his hand on the door, and once more he favoured his questioner with a significant wink. "Leave that to me," he said.
"My company had ascertained that there was one son, but we couldn't find out if he were dead or alive." "If the boy was alive Mrs. Gershon would be alive too," Mosha said. "Mrs. Gershon died on account of that boy. What a lovely boy that was! I can see him now the way he looked. He had eyes black like coal, and a " Here Uncle Mosha stopped short.
"Sure, I know," Morris retorted. "You think of nothing but your stomach. Believe me, Abe, I worked hard enough this morning." "Worked nothing!" Abe rejoined. "You have been up to some monkey business, Mawruss; otherwise why should Mosha Kronberg telephone us just now he thought the matter over since you left there and he would be up to see you this afternoon already." "What!" Morris cried.
"Mosha the Viscount," said she, "I am afraid you do us plain people a great deal too much honour." "My dear lady," said I, "let us be serious for a moment. What was I to do? Where was I to go? And how can you be angry with these benevolent children who took pity on one so unfortunate as myself?
Mosha Kronberg we own this here house together, and he made a contract with you to sell you this here house which I stand by. Do you want to take it oder not? Because if not, we would keep your seven hundred and fifty dollars." Leon Sammet emitted a huge guffaw. "That worries me a whole lot," he replied. "As Aaron just told you, the seven hundred and fifty belongs to him."
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