Abe made no reply, and as he walked south toward White Street Max Lapidus, of Lapidus & Elenbogen, another and a smaller competitor, bumped into him.
"Hallo, Abe," Max said. "What's that Leon Sammet was saying just now about M. Garfunkel?"
"Oh, M. Garfunkel is a good customer of his," Abe replied cautiously; "so he claims."
"Don't you believe it," said Max. "M. Garfunkel told me himself he used to do some business with Sammet Brothers, but he don't do it no more. We done a big business with M. Garfunkel ourselves."
"So?" Abe commented.
"We sold him a couple of thousand dollars at ninety days last week," Lapidus went on. "He's elegant pay, Abe. We sold him a good-size order every couple of months this season, and he pays prompt to the day. Once he discounted his bill."
"Is that so?" Abe said, as they reached the front
of Potash & Perlmutter's store. "Glad to hear M. Garfunkel is so busy. Good-morning, Max."
Morris Perlmutter met him at the door.
"Hallo, Abe," he cried. "What's the matter? You look pale. Is Rosie worse?"