"Mr. Feder," he exclaimed, "ain't this indeed a pleasure? Come inside, Mr. Feder. Come inside into our show-room."
He brought out a seat for the vice-president and dusted it carefully.
"I ain't come to see you, Abe," Mr. Feder said; "I come to see that partner of yours."
He untied the string that bound the brown paper parcel and pulled out its contents.
"Why!" Morris gasped. "That's my vest."
"Sure it is," Mr. Feder replied, "and it just fits me, Mawruss. In fact, it fits me so good that when I went to the barber-shop in a two-piece suit this morning, Mawruss, I come away with a three-piece suit and a souvenir besides."
"A souvenir!" Abe cried. "What for a souvenir?"
Mr. Feder put his hand in his trousers pocket and tumbled the missing ring and pin on to a baize-covered sample table.
"That was the souvenir, Abe," he said. "In fact, two souvenirs."
Morris and Abe stared at the diamonds, too stunned for utterance.