"Hungry, sagt er!" Morris retorted. "A feller makes a god of his stomach, y'understand, and his business is nothing at all. For all you care, Abe, our whole trade could fail on us, so long as you could eat. Everybody says the same thing; the feller's —"
"Do me the favour, Mawruss," Abe begged; "tell me about it afterward. All I am eating for my breakfast is one egg, so sure as you're standing there."
"All right, Abe; I wouldn't keep you no longer," Morris said. "If you could got it in your heart to eat, when one of your best customers is busting up on you, go ahead."
"Our best customer?" Abe cried—"Mandelberger Brothers & Company?"
"Geh weg, you fool!" Morris exclaimed angrily. "Why should a millionaire concern like Mandelberger Brothers & Company got to fail? You talk like a lunatic."
Once more Abe seized his hat.
"I got enough of your nonsense, Mawruss," he said, starting for the elevator.
"Wait!" Morris cried, grabbing him by the arm. "Did you ship any goods to Felix Geigermann yet?"
"Felix Geigermann?" Abe repeated. "Is that the feller?"
Morris nodded, and this time Abe hung up his hat and sat down heavily in the nearest chair.