"A ten per cent. interest they got, although I am going to run my Sarahcuse business and these here boys is going to run the Cyprus end," Moe continued. "And now, Abe, as Max has got to pick out a lot of goods for the Cyprus store and I want to do the same for my Sarahcuse store, let's get to work." For three hours without cessation they laboured over Potash & Perlmutter's sample line until garments to an amount in excess of five thousand dollars had been ordered. When Max Kirschner saw the total of Moe Griesman's selection for the Syracuse store he emitted a low whistle. "Say, Moe," he said, "ain't you going to give your nephew, Rabiner, any show at all this season?" "_Oser a Stueck_," Griesman declared. "I done enough for that feller when I got him a three years' contract with Klinger & Klein." CHAPTER SIX A PRESENT FOR MR. GEIGERMANN "Well, Abe," Morris Perlmutter declared, one morning in midwinter, "you look like you had a pretty lively session last night." Abe nodded slowly. "I want to tell you something, Mawruss," he said solemnly; "I would do anything at all to hold a customer's trade, Mawruss. I would go on theayter with him. I would _schmier_ him tenspots when he's got the bid already, and I would go _bate_ on hands which even a rotten player like you couldn't lose, Mawruss. But before I would got to sit through such another evening like last night, Mawruss, Felix Geigermann should never buy from us again a dollar's worth more goods. That's all I got to say." "Why, what was the matter?" Morris asked. "Well, in the first place, Mawruss, to show you what a liar that feller Geigermann is, he brings out a fiddle which he tells us is three hundred years old." "Yow! Three hundred years old!" Morris exclaimed skeptically. "A fiddle three hundred years old would be worth, the very least, a hundred or a hundred and fifty dollars." "That's what I told him, Mawruss," Abe said. "I says to him if I would got a fiddle which it is worth that much money I would quick sell it and buy something which it is anyhow useful, like a diamond ring _oder_ a scarfpin. But Geigermann only laughs at me, Mawruss; he says he don't own the fiddle, Mawruss, but that somebody loaned it him. Even if he would own it, he wouldn't take two hundred dollars for it." "My worries, if he owns the fiddle _oder_ not, Abe!" Morris commented. "Sure, I know, Mawruss; but that ain't the point. Afterward Mozart Rabiner comes in; and if I would be Felix Geigermann, Mawruss, and a salesman comes into my house and gets fresh with a pianner which the least it stands Geigermann in is a hundred dollars, Mawruss, I would kick him into the street yet." "What is Mozart Rabiner doing there, Abe?" Morris inquired anxiously. Abe preserved a cheerful demeanour, although it was the circumstance of Mozart Rabiner's prominence at Geigermann's musicale that had rendered the evening so unbearable.