"It stands in the Gemera" he said, in the singsong tone of the Talmudical reader: "If one flings a stone for pleasure and it strikes another so that he dies, the one also shall die."
He rose to his feet and waved one hand with a flapping motion. "An eye for an eye!" he cried in shrill tones. "A tooth for a tooth!"
Morris shrank back and turned to the woman, who had not raised her head from the dishwashing.
"You tell him," he said, "that the philanthropist Steuermann invites him to come to the address I shall give you—to-morrow at ten o'clock. Tell him you know that when Steuermann commands, governors obey."
"What is it my business?" Mrs. Levin replied. "Tell him yourself."
"Your man should go with him," Morris insisted. "He and you will not lose by it."
Morris wrote the address on the back of one of Potash & Perlmutter's business cards and handed it to her.
"Put on it the table," she said.
"Tell your man," Morris continued, "if he does take this old man to Steuermann I myself will pay him twenty-five dollars."
Once more he faced the Rav, who had sunk again into the chair.