"Yes, Abe," he answered. "I see it that some loafer has been striking matches on it, but it's been all fixed up so that you wouldn't notice nothing."
"S'enough," Abe cried. "I'm much obliged to you."
In silence Abe and Morris ushered Mr. Feigenbaum to the outer door, and as soon as it closed behind him the two partners faced each other.
"What difference does it make, Abe?" Morris said. "A little hole and a little scratch don't amount to nothing."
Abe gulped once or twice before he could enunciate.
"It don't amount to nothing, Mawruss," he croaked. "Oh, no, it don't amount to nothing, but sixteen hundred and fifty dollars."
"What d'ye mean?" Morris exclaimed.
"I mean this," Abe thundered: "I mean, we paid twenty-two hundred and fifty dollars for what we could of bought for six hundred dollars. Them fixtures what we bought it from Flachsman, he bought it from Rifkin's bankruptcy sale. I mean that these here fixtures are the positively same identical fixtures what I seen it upstairs in H. Rifkin's loft."
It was now Morris' turn to change color, and his face assumed a sickly hue of green.
"How do you know that?" he gasped.