Morris seized the policy and spread it out on the table. For ten minutes he examined it closely and then handed it back in silence. "Well, Mawruss," Abe inquired anxiously, "ain't that policy all right?" Morris shook his head. "In the first place, Abe," he said, "why should we insure it a loft on Nineteenth Street, New York, in the Manchester, Sheffield and Lincolnshire Insurance Company, of Manchester, England? Are we English or are we American, Abe?" This was a poser, and Abe remained silent. "And then again, Abe," Morris went on, "supposing we should--maybe, I am only saying--have a fire, Abe, then we must got to go all the way to Manchester, England, already to collect our money. Ain't it?" Abe stared at his feet and made no reply, while Morris again examined the folded policy. "Just listen here to these here names of the people what run the company, Abe," he said. "Chairman, the rutt honn Earl of Warrington." Abe looked up suddenly. "What kind of Chinese talk is that, Mawruss?" he said. "Rutt honn?" "That's no Chinese talk, Abe," Morris replied. "That's printed right here on the policy. That rutt honn Earl of Warrington is president of the board of directors, Abe; and supposing we should maybe for example have a fire, Abe, what show would we stand it with this here rutt honn Earl of Warrington?" Abe grabbed the policy, which bore on its reverse side the list of directors headed by the name of that distinguished statesman and Cabinet minister, the Rt. Hon. Earl of Warrington. "J. Blaustein would fix it for us," Abe replied. "J. Blaustein," Morris jeered. "I suppose, Abe, him and the rutt honn Earl of Warrington drinks coffee together every afternoon when J. Blaustein makes a trip to Manchester, England. Ain't it? No, Abe, you are up against a poor proposition, and I hope you ain't paid for that policy, Abe." "J. Blaustein ain't in no hurry," Abe said. "We never pay him inside of sixty days, anyway." "Well, we ain't going to pay him for that policy inside of sixty days or six hundred and sixty days, neither, Abe. We're going to fire that policy back on him, Abe, because I got it here a policy for ten thousand dollars which Rudy Feinholz just brought it me, Abe, and we are insured in a good American company, Abe, the Farmers and Ranchers' Insurance Company, of Arizona." Abe shrugged his shoulders. "Why should we insure it a stock of cloaks and suits by farmers and ranchers, Mawruss?" he asked. "Ain't it better we should insure our goods by farmers and ranchers as by somebody what we don't know what he does for a living, like the rutt honn Earl of Warrington?" Morris retorted. "But when it comes right down to it, Mawruss," Abe said, "how are we better off, supposing we got to go all the way to Arizona to collect our money?"