"What is the trouble, Harkavy?" Morris cried; but in response Harkavy broke into a run, and with a mystified shake of his head Morris commenced his tedious journey uptown.
When Morris, in company with his partner, entered the showroom at eight o'clock the following morning he had already enumerated to Abe the events of the preceding evening, not omitting his encounter with Harkavy.
"I bet yer he would be waiting for us, Mawruss," Abe said; "and if I ain't mistaken here he is now."
Their visitor, however, proved to be a stranger, who bore only a slight resemblance to their former cutter.
"Mr. Perlmutter," he said—"ain't it?"
"My name is Mr. Perlmutter," Morris said. "What do you want from us?"
For answer the visitor drew from his pocket a card and handed it to Morris.
"Me, I am Pincus Levin, and you are leaving this by my wife last night," he said; "so I am coming to tell you I am agreeable to take Mr. Levin to Steuermann's place."
"All right," Morris replied. "You can go ahead."