He hustled off toward the rear of the loft while Morris turned to Miss Cohen.
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Well, Miss Cohen," he said, "how did you make out by the fire just now?"
Miss Cohen blushed and patted her pompadour.
"Oh, Mr. Perlmutter," she said, "I was scared stiff, and Mr. Margulies, the expressman, pretty near carried me up to the roof and we stays there till the fireman says we should come down."
"And where's Margulies?" Morris asked.
"He's gone back to the cutting-room," Miss Cohen replied. "When he seen the smoke coming up he shuts quick the iron door on the freight elevator and everything's all right in the cutting-room, only a little water by the elevator shaft."
"And how about the packages from Feinholz?" Morris continued. But before Miss Cohen could reply Abe burst into the show-room with a broad grin on his face.
"That's a good joke on Feinholz, Mawruss," he said. "All the fire was in the elevator shaft and them garments what he returned it us is nothing but ashes."
"But, Abe," Morris began, when the telephone bell trilled impatiently. Abe took up the receiver.