"Hallo, Mr. Feinstein," he said, after the connection had been made. "This is Mawruss Perlmutter, of Potash & Perlmutter. You know them fixtures what H. Rifkin had it?"
"I sure do," Feinstein replied.
"Well, who bought it them fixtures at the receiver's sale?"
"I got to look it up," Feinstein said. "Hold the wire for a minute."
A moment later he returned to the 'phone.
"Hallo, Mr. Perlmutter," he said. "They sold for three hundred dollars to a dealer by the name Isaac Flachsman."
CHAPTER XIII
"Say, looky here, Abe," Morris cried one rainy March morning, "we got to get some more insurance."
"What do you mean, insurance?" Abe asked. "We got enough insurance, Mawruss. Them Rifkin fixtures ain't so valuable as all that, Mawruss, and even if we wouldn't already got it for twenty thousand dollars insurance, Mawruss, the building is anyhow fireproof. In a fireproof building you don't got to have so much insurance."