"Give me, please, a glass water," he said, and the doctor seized his hand. "Never mind!" Abe cried inexorably. "Leave him alone, doctor. He should finish what he's got to say." Harkavy nodded and sipped some water. "Then comes the package for the chief of police," he went on; "and they put it first in a pail of water. Then they open it, Mr. Potash, and it don't harm nobody; but them _roshers_ want to put it on to somebody, so they make me a proposition they would give me a couple hundred rubles and a ticket to America--and I took 'em up. For stealing that wine I could get five years yet; so what should I do? They give me the money and I run away; and the dead moujik they are telling everybody is me, which I am blew up to pieces by the package." "And you let the old man bury the moujik and think it was you?" Morris asked. Harkavy nodded. "Over and over again he is telling me I am no good and he wishes I was dead," he said. "I wish I was, Mr. Perlmutter--I wish I was!" He commenced to cry weakly and Morris handed him the water. "But when I hear last week the old man, my father, is here," he continued, "I couldn't help myself--I am hanging around Madison Street trying I should get one look at him only. I didn't see him till just now." He struggled to raise himself from the lounge. "Let me go to him," he wailed; "let me go!" Abe looked inquiringly at the doctor, who nodded in reply. "Let him go," he said. "Happiness never harmed anybody yet." * * * * * "Gentlemen," said the United States Commissioner as he sat behind his shabby desk in the Post-office Building, "the prisoner is in the marshal's office. Shall he be brought in?" He addressed his question to Mr. Munjoy, who was seated between Henry D. Feldman and Steuermann at one side of a huge table. Opposite them were the clerk of the Russian Consulate and his counsel, who was obviously nervous at the formidable appearance presented by the lawyer, Henry D. Feldman. The latter was about to pull off--as in his colloquial moments he himself would have expressed it--a rotten trick on his fellow counsel; for Abe and Morris had not informed either Mr. Munjoy or Mr. Steuermann of the stirring scene in their showroom that morning. Instead, they had called on Feldman, who, with the dramatic intuition of the effective jury lawyer, saw an opportunity for a coup that would at once gain the admiration and respect, if not the legal business, of Moses M. Steuermann and procure Feldman a column and a half of publicity in next day's paper. Hence he had sworn Abe and Morris to secrecy in consideration of making no charge for his services, since he deemed the accruing benefit to be worth at least two hundred dollars. "Shall he be brought in, gentlemen?" the commissioner asked.