"Well, in the first place, no one tells him about it, Abe," Morris said, "and in the second place----" "But why don't we tell him about it, Mawruss?" Abe interrupted. "Why don't you go down to see him, Mawruss, and tell him all about it?" "Me go down to see him, Abe!" Morris cried. "Why, the feller is a multimillionaire. With such people like that I couldn't open my mouth at all. Why don't you go down to see him?" "Why should I go down?" Abe asked. "You are the lodge brother here, Mawruss--ain't it? You are the one which you are always sitting up till all hours of the night making motions. I couldn't make a motion to save my life, Mawruss, and you know it." "Sure, I know," Morris protested; "but lodge meetings is something else again. A feller could talk at a lodge meeting--and what is it? A couple young lawyers which they couldn't even pay their laundry bills, y'understand, and a dozen other fellers, insurance brokers _oder_ cigar dealers, and most of 'em old-timers at that--why should I be afraid to say a little something to 'em? But with a feller like Moses M. Steuermann, which his folks was bankers in Frankfort-on-the-Main when Carnegie and Vanderbilt and all them other _goyim_ was new beginners yet, Abe--that's a different proposition entirely." Abe nodded and remained silent for a few minutes. "Might Felix Geigermann would go down and see him, Mawruss," he suggested finally. "It wouldn't do no harm we should ring him up anyhow." "Go as far as you like, Abe," Morris said, and Abe started immediately for the telephone. "I spoke to Felix, Mawruss," he announced a few minutes later, "and Felix said he would go right down and see him. He ain't so stuck on paying Feldman a couple hundred dollars neither." Morris snorted indignantly. "If you was going to be charitable, Abe," he said, "why don't you be a sport? We could easy stand a couple hundred dollars." "That's all right, Mawruss," Abe declared. "Business is business and charity is charity, y'understand; but even in charity, Mawruss, it don't do no harm to keep the expenses down." Two hours afterward Felix Geigermann entered the showroom, his face glistening with perspiration. "Well, boys," he almost shouted, "I seen him, and he says he would call in here on his way uptown." "Who would call in?" Morris asked. "Moses M. Steuermann," Felix replied. "It was the Tschaikovsky Fourth that fixed him, Mawruss. I told him that young feller carries round with him an orchestral score, and right away he says he would come up. For years I seen Mr. Steuermann at the Philharmonics and the Boston Symphonies, Mawruss, and I didn't know who he was at all. I always thought he was something to do with a music-publishing concern." "Steuermann got something to do with a music-publishing concern!" Morris exclaimed. "I'm surprised to hear you, you should talk that way, Felix."