"Oe-ee tzuris!" he wailed.
"Koosh!" Fatkin cried, closing the door. "What do you want here?"
"You know what I want," Sternsilver sobbed. "You are stealing from me three hundred dollars."
Fatkin turned to Seiden and gazed at him reproachfully.
"Mr. Seiden," he said, "what for you are telling me that Sternsilver wouldn't get a cent with Bessie? And you are trying to get me I should be satisfied with a hundred dollars yet. Honestly, Mr. Seiden, I am surprised at you."
"Schmooes, Fatkin!" Seiden protested. "I never promised to give him nothing. Dreams he got it."
Sternsilver rose from his seat.
"Do you mean to told me that a greenhorn like him you would give three hundred dollars," he asked, "and me you wouldn't give nothing?"
"You!" Fatkin bellowed. "What are you? You are coming to me throwing a bluff that you got a relation by the name of Sternsilver, which he ganvers ten thousand rubles from Moser's Bank, in Kovno; and this afternoon yet, I find out the feller's name was Steinsilver—not Sternsilver; which he ain't got a relation in the world, y'understand. Faker!"
Sternsilver nodded his head slowly.