"What does he want?" Sam hissed.
Miss Meyerson waved them to silence and resumed her conversation over the 'phone.
"Hello, Mr. Pinsky," she said. "What can I do for you?"
She listened patiently to Aaron's narrative of the fire in Blaukopf's drug store, and when he had concluded she winked furtively at her employers.
"Mr. Pinsky," she said, "won't you repeat that over again? I didn't understand it."
Once more Aaron explained the details of the prescription book's incineration, and again Miss Meyerson winked.
"Mr. Pinsky," she said, "I can't make out what you say. Why don't you stop in here at twelve o'clock? Mr. Zaretsky is going to Newark and Mr. Fatkin will be out to lunch."
She listened carefully for a few minutes and then her face broke into a broad grin.
"All right, Mr. Pinsky," she concluded. "Good-bye."
She turned to her employers.