At this juncture a customer entered, and for half an hour Morris busied himself displaying the line. In the meantime Abe went out to lunch, and when he entered the building on his return a familiar, bulky figure preceded him into the doorway.
"Hallo!" Abe cried, and the bulky figure stopped and turned around.
"Hallo yourself!" he said.
"You don't know me, Mr. Feigenbaum," Abe went on.
"Why, how d'ye do, Mr. Potash?" Feigenbaum exclaimed. "What brings you way uptown here?"
"We m——" Abe commenced—"that is to say, I come up here to see a party. I bet yer we're going to the same place, Mr. Feigenbaum."
"Maybe," Mr. Feigenbaum grunted.
"Sixth floor, hey?" Abe cried jocularly, slapping Mr. Feigenbaum on the shoulder.
Mr. Feigenbaum's right eye assumed the glassy stare which was permanent in his left.
"What business is that from yours, Potash?" he asked.