"You are also in trouble, Mr. Moss," said Aaron, as his friend made his appearance.
"I have brought the second edition of the morning papers," replied Mr. Moss, with a white face. "The Stock Exchange is in a blaze, and the world is coming to an end."
"There will be misery in many homes," said Aaron. "It is the innocent who will chiefly suffer. I pity them sincerely."
"Everything is going to the dogs," groaned Mr. Moss.
"Have you breakfasted?"
"Had breakfast at seven o'clock. Couldn't sleep a wink all night, and could hardly eat a mouthful!"
"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."