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If Shellak finds out he is getting a hundred and twenty-five for a fiddle worth three thousand, he's got gumption enough to sue us in the courts yet, and don't you forget it." "Why should he sue us, Abe?" Morris asked. "A bargain is a bargain, ain't it?" "Sure I know, Mawruss; but I told the feller the fiddle wasn't genu-ine, y'understand, when all the time I knew it was genu-ine."
"One moment, Shellak," Morris said, "before you put on your hat and coat and go home, which you shouldn't trouble yourself to come back at all. I want to show you something." He explored his waistcoat pocket. "Ain't this the label which was in your fiddle?" he asked, handing Aaron a slip of paper. Aaron examined it carefully and nodded.
Immediately thereafter he secured a strangle-hold on his brother and kissed him Budapest fashion on both cheeks. "To-morrow night already you will commence lessons with the best teacher money could buy," he declared. "Whose money?" Aaron Shellak inquired, as he wiped away the marks of his brother's affection "yours or mine?" "Me I ain't got no money," Louis admitted. "Me neither," Aaron said.
"What are we running here, anyhow, Shellak a cloak-and-suit house oder a theayter?" Aaron hastily replaced the instrument in its case. "I am only showing it to Nathan," he mumbled by way of explanation. "Might he would like to buy it maybe." "If you want to sell fiddles, Shellak," Abe said, "do it outside business hours. That's all I got to say."
So that's what I done, Mawruss; and he did, Mawruss, and I was right. Ain't it?" "Say, lookyhere, Abe," Morris began slowly; "let me get this thing correct. You are paying Shellak a hundred and twenty-five dollars for a fiddle which you are giving Geigermann." "You got it right, Mawruss," Abe said. "It was a genu-ine Amati."
"It is at Geigermann's house to-day," Morris replied. "Right now it is there and it would stay there too, young feller, because that fiddle which you seen it is the one Geigermann paid three thousand dollars for. You seen the wrong fiddle, that's all." This statement seemed to rouse Aaron Shellak to hysterical frenzy. "Liar and thief!" he screamed. "Give me my fiddle."
"The fiddle which I give Geigermann last night," Abe continued; "and if you don't believe me you could ask Shellak." "Shellak?" Morris repeated. "What the devil are you talking about, Abe?" "Yes, Shellak," Abe went on, "the cutter. He comes round here yesterday with a fiddle, Mawruss, which he wants to sell it to Nathan Schenkman. So I give him a hundred and twenty-five dollars for it und fertig."
"Shellak didn't know it for one," Abe interrupted, "otherwise why should he sell to us for a hundred and twenty-five dollars a fiddle worth three thousand dollars?" "What should a greenhorn like Shellak know about such things?" Morris said. "Don't you fool yourself, Mawruss.
"You give Shellak a hundred and twenty-five dollars?" Morris exploded. "Are you crazy, oder what?" "It was a genu-ine Amati," Abe explained; "and so soon as I seen it, Mawruss, I thought to myself if them cut-throats could sell Geigermann a big bill of goods just by playing on fiddles, y'understand, what sort of an order could I get out of him supposing I should give him a fiddle yet?
"Say, lookyhere, Shellak," Abe said in kindly tones, "what the devil are you trying to sell a Schnorrer like that a good fiddle? Why don't you give me a show?" The blood surged suddenly to Aaron's face. "You!" he stammered. "Why, Mr. Potash, I never knew you was interested in violins." "Sure; why not?" Abe replied. "Let me have a look at it."
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