"Geh weg!" he said. "You are an expert!"
Pilz shook his head in a bullying fashion.
"Never mind if I am an expert oder not," he said. "Where is that Amati which I seen it myself at Geigermann's house only last night?"
"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."
"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.