"And that's what your Shadchen done for you, Mr. Scheikowitz!" Rashkind said as he put on his hat. He walked to the elevator and rang the bell.
"Yes, Mr. Scheikowitz," Rashkind added, "as a Shadchen, maybe I am a button salesman; but I'd a whole lot sooner be a button salesman as a thief and don't you forget it!"
After the elevator had borne Rashkind away Scheikowitz went back to the office in time to hear Marcus engaged in a noisy altercation with the telephone operator of the Prince Clarence Hotel.
"What d'ye mean he ain't there?" he bellowed. "With you it's always the same—I could never get nobody at your hotel."
He hung up the receiver with force almost sufficient to wreck the instrument.
"That'll do, Polatkin!" Scheikowitz said. "We already got half our furniture smashed."
"Did I done it?" Polatkin growled—the allusion being to the chair demolished by Scheikowitz on the previous day.
"You was the cause of it," Scheikowitz retorted; "and, anyhow, who are you ringing up at the Prince Clarence?"
"I'm ringing up that feller Kapfer," Polatkin replied. "I want to tell that sucker what I think of him."
Then it was that Kapfer's theory as to the effect of his engagement on his relations with Polatkin & Scheikowitz became justified in fact.