"Rather early to commence business," observed Aaron calmly; "the outlook is not improving, I suppose?"
"Everything is going to the dogs, Cohen."
"Have you breakfasted?" asked Aaron.
"Had breakfast at seven o'clock. Couldn't sleep a wink all night."
"Why?"
"Why!" exclaimed Mr. Moss. "What a question to ask when ruin stares a man in the face."
"I hope," said Aaron gravely, "that you are not deeply involved."
"I am up to my neck. But what is my position compared with yours? Cohen, you are a mystery."
"Because I accept the inevitable. Can you show me how I can improve matters?"
"No, I can't," answered Mr. Moss, with a deep groan; "only if I had capital I could make a fortune."