"Why just look here, Abe," he said. "I have here in the safe five hundred dollars and some small bills which I put in there last night after I come back from Newark. It was money I received the day before yesterday as chairman of the entertainment committee of a lodge I belong to. The safe was unlocked from five to seven last night and Schenkmann was in and out here all that time." He opened the middle compartment and pulled out a roll of bills. "You see, Abe," he said, counting out the money, "here it is: one hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred and----" Here Mr. Linkheimer paused and examined the last bill carefully, for instead of a hundred-dollar bill it was only a ten-dollar bill. "Well, what d'ye think of that dirty thief?" he cried at last. "That Schenkmann has taken a hundred-dollar bill out of there." "What?" Abe exclaimed. "Just as sure as you are sitting there," Linkheimer went on excitedly. "That feller Schenkmann has pinched a hundred-dollar bill on me." Here his academic English completely forsook him and he continued in the vernacular of the lower East Side. "Always up to now I have kept the safe locked on that feller, and the very first time I get careless he goes to work and does me for a hundred dollars yet." "But," Abe protested, "you might of made a mistake, ain't it? If the feller took it a hundred dollars, why don't he turn around and _ganver_ the other four hundred? Ain't it? The ten dollars also he might of took it. What?" "A _ganef_ you couldn't tell what he would do at all," Linkheimer rejoined, and Abe rose to his feet. "I'm sorry for you, Mr. Linkheimer," he said, seizing his hat, "but I guess I must be getting back to the store. So you shouldn't trouble yourself about this here feller Schenkmann. We decided we would get along without him." But Abe's words fell on deaf ears, for as he turned to leave Mr. Linkheimer threw up the window sash and thrust his head out. "Po-lee-eece, po-lee-eece!" he yelled. * * * * * When Abe arrived at his place of business after his visit to Max Linkheimer he found Morris whistling cheerfully over the morning mail. "Well, Abe," Morris cried, "did you seen it Max Linkheimer?" Abe hurriedly took off his hat and coat, and catching the bandaged thumb in the sleeve lining he swore long and loud. "Yes, I seen Max Linkheimer," he growled, "and I'm sick and tired of the whole business. Go ahead and get a shipping clerk, Mawruss. I'm through." "Why?" Morris asked. "Wouldn't Linkheimer give a recommendation, because if he wouldn't, Abe, I am satisfied we should take the feller without one. In fact I'm surprised you didn't bring him along." "You are, hey?" Abe broke in. "Well, you shouldn't be surprised at nothing like that, Mawruss, because I didn't bring him along for the simple reason, Mawruss, I don't want no _ganef_ working round my place. That's all."