"What are you trying to do, Mawruss?" he asked. "Make jokes with me?"
"I ain't making no jokes, Hymie," Morris replied. "The fact is, Hymie, we got it the diamonds, now—in our—now—safety-deposit box, and it ain't convenient to get at it now."
"Oh, it ain't, ain't it?" Hymie cried. "Well, it's got to be convenient; so, Abe, you get a move on you and go down to them safety-deposit vaults and fetch them."
"Let Mawruss fetch 'em," Abe replied wearily. "The safety deposit is his idee, Hymie, not mine."
Hymie turned to Morris. "Go ahead, Mawruss," he said, "you fetch 'em."
"I was only stringing you, Hymie," Morris croaked. "We ain't got 'em in no safety-deposit vault at all."
"That settles it," Hymie cried, jumping to his feet and jamming his hat down with both hands.
"Where you going, Hymie?" Abe called after him.
"For a policeman," Hymie said. "I want them diamonds and I'm going to have 'em, too."
Morris ran to the store door and grabbed Hymie by the coattails.