Seven or eight men stepped out with him and passed through the door of H. Rifkin's loft, while Abe sought the stairs leading to the floor below. He walked to the westerly end of the hall, only to find that the staircase was at the extreme easterly end, and as he retraced his footsteps a young man whom he recognized as a clerk in the office of Henry D. Feldman, the prominent cloak and suit attorney, was pasting a large sheet of paper on H. Rifkin's door.
| CLOSED | ||
| BY ORDER OF THE FEDERAL RECEIVER | ||
| ¯¯¯¯¯¯ | ||
| HENRY D. FELDMAN | ||
| Attorney for Petitioning Creditors | ||
Abe stopped short and shook the sticky hand of the bill-poster.
"How d'ye do, Mr. Feinstein?" he said.
"Ah, good morning, Mr. Potash," Feinstein cried in his employer's best tone and manner.
"What's the matter? Is Rifkin in trouble?"
"Oh, no," Feinstein replied ironically. "Rifkin ain't in trouble; his creditors is in trouble, Mr. Potash. The Federal Textile Company, ten thousand four hundred and eighty-two dollars; Miller, Field & Simpson, three thousand dollars; the Kosciusko Bank, two thousand and fifty."
Abe whistled his astonishment.
"I always thought he done it such a fine business," he commented.