"It stands in the _Gemera_" he said, in the singsong tone of the Talmudical reader: "If one flings a stone for pleasure and it strikes another so that he dies, the one also shall die." He rose to his feet and waved one hand with a flapping motion. "An eye for an eye!" he cried in shrill tones. "A tooth for a tooth!" Morris shrank back and turned to the woman, who had not raised her head from the dishwashing. "You tell him," he said, "that the philanthropist Steuermann invites him to come to the address I shall give you--to-morrow at ten o'clock. Tell him you know that when Steuermann commands, governors obey." "What is it my business?" Mrs. Levin replied. "Tell him yourself." "Your man should go with him," Morris insisted. "He and you will not lose by it." Morris wrote the address on the back of one of Potash & Perlmutter's business cards and handed it to her. "Put on it the table," she said. "Tell your man," Morris continued, "if he does take this old man to Steuermann I myself will pay him twenty-five dollars." Once more he faced the _Rav_, who had sunk again into the chair. "Will it bring back your son to you if _Tzwee_ Kovalenko dies?" he asked. The old man plucked at his beard. "He was my son, my only son," he said; "my _Kaddish_. A good son he was." Mrs. Levin, still at her dishwashing, raised her head and snorted impatiently. "Yow--a good son!" she commented in English, "A dirty, lowlife bum he was. If it wouldn't be that he _ganvered_ a couple bottles wine from a store he wouldn't of been in the police office at all. He brought it on himself, mister--believe me." Morris nodded. "What is _vorbei_ is _vorbei_," he said. "Tell your man he should bring his uncle to Steuermann and I would pay him sure twenty-five dollars cash." He bowed to the _Rav_ and with a final "_Sholom alaicham!_" passed downstairs to the street. As he waited at the corner for a west-bound car he thought he discerned a familiar figure in the shadow of the house he had just quitted. He walked slowly up the block and Harkavy stole out of the basement area and slunk hurriedly past him. "Harkavy!" Morris called, but the assistant cutter only hastened his steps and it seemed to Morris that a sound like a sob was borne backward. "What is the trouble, Harkavy?" Morris cried; but in response Harkavy broke into a run, and with a mystified shake of his head Morris commenced his tedious journey uptown. * * * * * When Morris, in company with his partner, entered the showroom at eight o'clock the following morning he had already enumerated to Abe the events of the preceding evening, not omitting his encounter with Harkavy. "I bet yer he would be waiting for us, Mawruss," Abe said; "and if I ain't mistaken here he is now." Their visitor, however, proved to be a stranger, who bore only a slight resemblance to their former cutter. "Mr. Perlmutter," he said--"ain't it?"