Morris took off his hat and coat methodically and hung them up on the rack. "So, Abe," he commenced, "you are giving to a _Schnorrer_ like Geigermann a genu-ine who's-this violin, which it is worth three thousand dollars!" "How should I know it is worth three thousand?" Abe said. "Everybody knows that one of them genu-ine feller's violins is worth three thousand dollars," Morris thundered. "I'm surprised to hear you, you should talk that way." "Shellak didn't know it for one," Abe interrupted, "otherwise why should he sell to us for a hundred and twenty-five dollars a fiddle worth three thousand dollars?" "What should a greenhorn like Shellak know about such things?" Morris said. "Don't you fool yourself, Mawruss. If Shellak finds out he is getting a hundred and twenty-five for a fiddle worth three thousand, he's got gumption enough to sue us in the courts yet, and don't you forget it." "Why should he sue us, Abe?" Morris asked. "A bargain is a bargain, ain't it?" "Sure I know, Mawruss; but I told the feller the fiddle wasn't genu-ine, y'understand, when all the time I knew it was genu-ine." "Might you are mistaken maybe, Abe," Morris broke in. "Might the fiddle ain't genu-ine." "What d'ye mean, ain't genu-ine? I am telling you the label was inside and even the lot number is the same." "The lot number?" "Sure, the lot number. Sixteen-seventy, I think it was; and the only thing for us to do, Mawruss, is we should fix up some scheme to get that fiddle back from Geigermann; and that's all there is to it." "Well, go ahead, Abe," Morris said. "Go ahead and see him this afternoon." For the third time Abe put on his hat. "First and foremost I would go out and get a bite to eat, Mawruss," he said. "What good would it do me to get the fiddle back if I would die from starvation first?" * * * * *