"I guess somebody must have pinched it," he replied nonchalantly.
It was not until two hours after the disappearance of his waistcoat that Morris returned to the store. In the meantime he had been to police headquarters and had inserted an advertisement in three daily newspapers. Moreover he had consulted a lawyer, the eminent Henry D. Feldman, and had received no consolation
either on the score of the barber's liability to Potash & Perlmutter or of his own liability to Kotzen.
"Well, Mawruss," Abe said, "how much are them diamonds worth?"
Then he looked up and for the first time saw his partner's haggard face.
"Holy smokes!" he cried. "They're winder-glass."
Morris shook his head. "I wish they was," he croaked.
"You wish they was!" Abe repeated in accents of amazement. "What d'ye mean?"
"Somebody pinched 'em on me," Morris replied.
"What!" Abe shouted.