He thrust Feigenbaum into the revolving chair that he had just vacated, and took the box of gilt-edge customers' cigars out of the safe. "Throw away that butt and take a fresh cigar," he exclaimed, handing Feigenbaum a satiny Invincible with the broad band of the best Havana maker on it. Feigenbaum received it with a smile, for he was now completely thawed out. "You got a fine place here, Mawruss," he said. "Fixtures and everything A Number One, just like Rifkin's." "Better as Rifkin's," Morris declared. "Well, maybe it is better in quality," Feigenbaum admitted; "but, I mean, in arrangement and color it is just the same. Why, when I come in here with Abe, an hour ago, I assure you I thought I was in Rifkin's old place. In fact, I could almost swear this desk is the same desk what Rifkin had it." He rose to his feet and passed his hand over the top of the desk with the touch of a connoisseur. "No," he said at last. "It ain't the same as Rifkin's. Rifkin's desk was a fine piece of Costa Rica mahogany without a flaw. I used to be in the furniture business oncet, you know, Mawruss, and so I can tell." Abe flashed a triumphant grin on Morris, who frowned in reply. "But ain't this here desk that--now--what-yer-call-it mahogany, too, Mr. Feigenbaum?" Morris asked. "Well, it's Costa Rica mahogany, all right," Feigenbaum said, "but it's got a flaw into it." "A flaw?" Morris and Abe exclaimed with one voice. [Illustration: LOOK AT THEM GOODS.] "Sure," Mr. Feigenbaum continued. "It looks to me like somebody laid a cigar on to it and burned a hole there. Then some cabinetmaker fixed it up yet with colored putty and shellac. Nobody would notice nothing except an expert like me, though." Feigenbaum looked at Morris' glum countenance with secret enjoyment, but when he turned to Abe he was startled into an exclamation, for Abe's face was ashen and large beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead. "What's the matter, Abe?" Feigenbaum cried. "Are you sick?" "My stummick," Abe murmured. "I'll be all right in a minute!" Feigenbaum took his hat and coat preparatory to leaving. "Well, boys," he said genially, "you got to excuse me. I must be moving on." "Wait just a minute," Abe said. "I want you to look at something." He led Feigenbaum out of the office and down the passageway between the mahogany partitions. In front of the little cashier's window Abe stopped and pointed to the shelf and panel beneath. "Mr. Feigenbaum," he said in shaking tones, "do you see something down there?" Mr. Feigenbaum examined the woodwork closely. "Yes, Abe," he answered. "I see it that some loafer has been striking matches on it, but it's been all fixed up so that you wouldn't notice nothing." "S'enough," Abe cried. "I'm much obliged to you." In silence Abe and Morris ushered Mr. Feigenbaum to the outer door, and as soon as it closed behind him the two partners faced each other.