"Worried!" Abe replied. "I ain't worried, Mawruss."
"Did you seen Marcus Bramson?" Morris asked.
"Sure I seen him," said Abe; "he's coming down here at half-past three o'clock this afternoon. You needn't trouble yourself about him, Mawruss."
Abe hung up his hat, while Morris and Ralph Tuchman once more fell to the work of comparing the statements.
"Look a-here, Mawruss," Abe said at length: "who d'ye think I seen it up at the Prince William Hotel?"
"I ain't no mind reader, Abe," Morris replied. "Who did you seen it?"
"Miss Atkinson, cloak buyer for the Emporium, Duluth," Abe replied. "That's Moe Gerschel's store."
Morris stopped comparing the statements, while Ralph Tuchman continued his writing.
"She's just come in from the West, Mawruss," Abe went on. "She ain't registered yet when I was going out, and she won't be in the Arrival of Buyers till to-morrow morning."
"Did you speak to her?" Morris asked.