troupe into the café car and blows 'em to tchampanyer wine yet. Two hundred dollars it costed him."
"That's all right, Sol," Abe replied. "I could stand it if it stood me in three hundred dollars, so long as I could stop Marks Pasinsky making another town."
He rose to his feet with surprising alacrity for a rheumatic patient, and returned to his office, where no communication had been received from Marks Pasinsky.
"That settles it, Mawruss," Abe said as he jammed his hat farther down on his head.
"Where are you going now?" Morris asked.
"I'm going home to pack my grip," Abe announced, "and I'll get that six o'clock train to Chicago, sure."
"But, Abe," Morris protested, "I thought the doctor says if you went out on the road he wouldn't be responsible for you."
"I know he did," Abe concluded as he passed out, "but who will be responsible for Marks Pasinsky, Mawruss?"
When Abe reached Chicago the following afternoon he repaired at once to the hotel at which Marks Pasinsky was staying.
"Mr. Pasinsky ain't in his room. What?" he said to the clerk.