"S-sh," Morris hissed as the door opened. It was Hymie Kotzen who entered.
"Well, boys," he cried, "every cloud is silver-plated. Ain't it? No sooner did I get back to my store than I get a letter from Henry D. Feldman that Cohen & Schondorf want to settle for forty cents cash. On the head of that, mind you, in comes Rudolph Heller from Cincinnati, and when I tell him about the check what they sent it me he fixes it up on the spot."
He beamed at Abe and Morris.
"So, bring out them diamonds, boys," he concluded, "and we'll settle up C. O. D."
He pulled a roll of bills from his pocket and toyed with them, but neither Abe nor Morris stirred.
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What's the hurry, Hymie?" Abe asked feebly.
"What's the hurry, Abe!" Hymie repeated. "Well, ain't that a fine question for you to ask it of me! Don't sit there like a dummy, Abe. Get the diamonds and we'll fix it up."
"But wouldn't to-morrow do as well?" Morris asked.
Hymie sat back and eyed Morris suspiciously.