Abe and Morris followed Pincus and the head cutter as they supported the half-conscious Harkavy into the firm's office. Ten minutes later the old man was restored to consciousness.
"Wo ist er?" he murmured. "Mein kind!"
"It's all right," the doctor replied, and then he turned to the office. "Come out here, you, and talk to the old man."
Pincus came running from the office and reassured his uncle, who, under the ministrations of the doctor, grew rapidly stronger until he was sufficiently recovered to be placed on a chair.
"Keep him quiet while I attend to the other fellow," said the doctor; "and don't let him talk."
He went at once to the office, where Harkavy sat on the edge of the lounge.
"Here! What are you doing?" he cried. "You shouldn't let that fellow do any talking."
"That's all right, doctor," Abe said calmly. "He should go on talking now if it would kill him even. Go ahead, Harkavy."
"And so," Harkavy continued, "after I am stealing the wine they took me to the police office. There was a place! But, anyhow, Mr. Potash, I could tell you all about it afterward. Inside the backyard was a dead moujik which he is got run over by a train. His face is all damaged so you couldn't tell who he was at all."
He faltered and waved his hand.