"What's the matter with you, Feigenbaum?" Goldblatt retorted. "Them second mortgages is as good as gold. Only thing is they got to be foreclosed against Margolius' wife."
"His wife!" Feigenbaum and Fannie cried with one voice, for Birdie had kept her secret well.
"Yes," Goldblatt replied, "his wife. That lowlife has got a wife. But who or what she is nobody don't know."
"Hold on, Goldblatt!" cried a voice from the hall. "There's somebody that does know."
The next moment a short, stout person entered the parlour. It was Eleazer Levy, who had rung the bell and had been admitted to the house unnoticed.
"Yes, Margolius," he said, "you thought you could fool an old practitioner like me. I seen you didn't get out no license in this county, so I hiked over to Jersey City and, sure enough, I spotted you."
He turned to Birdie.
"Mrs. Margolius," he said, "here's four copies of the supplemental summons and amended complaint in the foreclosure suits of Goldblatt vs. Margolius, actions numbers 1, 2, 3 and 4."
"What do you mean?" Goldblatt cried.
"I mean," Levy answered, "that your daughter Birdie married Philip Margolius in Jersey City on the twentieth of October last."