me like somebody laid a cigar on to it and burned a hole there. Then some cabinetmaker fixed it up yet with colored putty and shellac. Nobody would notice nothing except an expert like me, though."
Feigenbaum looked at Morris' glum countenance with secret enjoyment, but when he turned to Abe he was startled into an exclamation, for Abe's face was ashen and large beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead.
"What's the matter, Abe?" Feigenbaum cried. "Are you sick?"
"My stummick," Abe murmured. "I'll be all right in a minute!"
Feigenbaum took his hat and coat preparatory to leaving.
"Well, boys," he said genially, "you got to excuse me. I must be moving on."
"Wait just a minute," Abe said. "I want you to look at something."
He led Feigenbaum out of the office and down the passageway between the mahogany partitions. In front of the little cashier's window Abe stopped and pointed to the shelf and panel beneath.
"Mr. Feigenbaum," he said in shaking tones, "do you see something down there?"
Mr. Feigenbaum examined the woodwork closely.