"But you wouldn't find him in, Abe," Morris protested.
"I hope not," Abe replied; and for the second time that day he left his place of business and boarded a downtown L train.
Ferdy Rothschild's office was tucked away in an obscure corner of a small office building on Liberty Street, and as Abe plodded wearily up three flights of stairs he overtook a short, stout gentleman headed in the same direction.
"A feller what's got his office on the top floor of a back-number building like this," said the exhausted traveler, "should keep it airships for his customers."
"I bet yer," Abe gasped, as they reached the landing
together, and then in silence they both walked side by side to the office of Ferdy Rothschild.
Abe opened the door and motioned his companion to enter first, whereat the stranger nodded politely and walked into the office.
"Is Mr. Rothschild in?" he said to the office-boy, who was the sole occupant of the room.
"Mr. Rothschild, now, telephoned," the boy replied, "and he says, now, that if a guy comes in by the name of Marks to tell him he should wait."
"Did he say he would be right in?" Mr. Marks asked.