As they waited for the elevator the strains of a piano came from the floor below.
"What's that?" Abe exclaimed.
"Dat's anudder member of de gang," the bell-boy replied. "Dat's Mr. Rabiner. He quit a big loser about one o'clock dis mornin'."
Abe handed his informant a dime.
"Take me to his room," he said.
The bell-boy led the way to the seventh floor and conducted Abe to the door of Rabiner's room.
"Dat's a pretty said spiel dat guy is tearin' off," he commented. "It makes me tink of a dago funeral."
Abe nodded. He knocked at the door, and Liszt's transcription of the Liebestod ceased immediately.
"Well?" Mozart Rabiner cried and, for answer, Abe opened the door.
"Hallo, Moe!" he said. "You don't know me. What? I'm Abe Potash."