"In the office back there," Felix replied.
"Will you tell him Mr. Gunther would like to see him?" the newcomer continued.
"I will if you want me to," Felix said; "but I am here only a customer."
"Excuse me," Mr. Gunther apologized. "I was talking about the other feller. However—"
He proceeded to the office and engaged Morris in earnest conversation for several minutes. They returned to the showroom just as Cesar was replacing the score in his hip-pocket. The motion was too much for Mr. Gunther, whose occupation made him nervous; and he plunged his hand into his overcoat and brought out a shining metallic object. There was a sharp struggle and Cesar Kovalenko leaned against the partition with his wrists encircled by a pair of handcuffs.
"Come along quiet," said Mr. Gunther calmly, "or I'll knock yer block awff."
At this juncture the elevator door banged open and Abe came into the showroom.
"What is the matter here?" he cried.
Mr. Gunther smiled.
"I'm a United States deputy marshal," he proclaimed, "and I'm arresting this guy under a warrant duly issued in the Southern District of New York. I've got a taxicab downstairs and if any of you gentlemen is a friend of the prisoner youse can come along to the marshal's office."