"Especially the 2060's," he said as he pulled aside the heavy denim curtain which protected the contents of the rack, "which you could really say is——"
Here he paused abruptly—for, with the exception of a dozen wooden hangers, the rack was empty.
"What's this, Scheikowitz?" he cried with a sweep of his hand in the direction of the rack. "Where is all them 1080's and 2060's?"
Hastily the two partners examined every rack in the showroom; and not only did they fail to discover the missing samples, but they ascertained that, in addition, seven other choice styles had disappeared.
"See maybe is Redman using 'em in the cutting room," Scheikowitz suggested; and forthwith they made a canvass of the cutting room and factory, in which they were joined by Markulies.
"What is the matter, Mr. Scheikowitz?" he asked.
"We are missing a dozen sample garments," Scheikowitz replied.
"Missing!" Markulies loudly exclaimed. "What d'ye mean—missing, Mr. Scheikowitz? Last night, when I was covering up the racks, everything was in place."
Suddenly a wave of recollection swept over him and he gave tongue like a foxhound.
"Oo-oo-ee!" he wailed and sank into the nearest chair.