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"Ain't you heard it yet?" Abe asked. "I ain't heard nothing," Feigenbaum exclaimed. "Then sit down and I'll tell you all about it," Abe said. Feigenbaum sat down again. "You mean to tell me you ain't heard it nothing about Rifkin?" Abe went on. "Do me the favor, Potash, and spit it out," Feigenbaum broke in impatiently. "Well, Rifkin run away," Abe announced. "Run away!"
What's more, Abe, I'm going to get Feinstein on the 'phone right away and find out who did buy 'em." He went to the telephone immediately and rang up Henry D. Feldman's office. "Hallo, Mr. Feinstein," he said, after the connection had been made. "This is Mawruss Perlmutter, of Potash & Perlmutter. You know them fixtures what H. Rifkin had it?" "I sure do," Feinstein replied.
"No?" Morris vouchsafed. "So these here out-of-town customers comes up to see Rifkin. They gets in the elevator and they says 'Sixth, see? And the elevator man thinks they says 'Fifth, and he lets 'em off at our floor because there ain't nobody on the sixth floor.
"I don't know who was to blame, Mawruss," Abe said, "but I do know that he buys it always a big bill of goods from H. Rifkin, what's got that loft on the next floor above where we took it on Nineteenth Street, and Rifkin does a big business by him. I bet yer Feigenbaum's account is easy worth two thousand a year net to Rifkin, Mawruss."
Feigenbaum, I don't want to make no bluffs nor nothing, but believe me, the line of garments what we carry and the line of garments what H. Rifkin carried, there ain't no comparison. Merchandise what H. Rifkin got in his place as leaders already, I wouldn't give 'em junk room." Mr. Feigenbaum nodded.
"That's what you say, Abe," Morris retorted, "but Flachsman says different. I seen him at the lodge last night, and he tells me them fixtures what H. Rifkin got it was second quality, Abe. Flachsman says they wouldn't of stood being took down and put up again. He says he wouldn't sell them fixtures as second-hand to an East Broadway concern, without being afraid for a comeback."
Abe stopped short and shook the sticky hand of the bill-poster. "How d'ye do, Mr. Feinstein?" he said. "Ah, good morning, Mr. Potash," Feinstein cried in his employer's best tone and manner. "What's the matter? Is Rifkin in trouble?" "Oh, no," Feinstein replied ironically. "Rifkin ain't in trouble; his creditors is in trouble, Mr. Potash.
Ain't they got eyes in their head? Since when would they mistake a back number like you for an up-to-date feller like Rifkin, Abe?" "Maybe I am a back number, Mawruss," Abe replied, "but I know a bargain when I see it. Them fixtures is practically this season's goods already. Why, H. Rifkin ain't even paid for them yet."
He paused for some expression of curiosity from his partner, but Mawruss merely pursed his lips and looked bored. "Yes, Mawruss," Abe went on, "I got it a particular reason why we should buy them fixtures, Mawruss. You see, this here Rifkin got it the loft right upstairs one flight from us, Mawruss, and naturally he's got it lots of out-of-town trade what don't know he's busted yet, Mawruss."
"There ain't no seasons in fixtures, Abe," Morris replied, "and besides, a feller like Rifkin could have it fixtures for ten years without paying for 'em. He could get 'em on the installment plan and give back a chattel mortgage, Abe. You couldn't tell me nothing about fixtures, Abe, because I know all about it."
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