"Why, Abe, what's troubling you?" Kuhner said. "A sick man like you shouldn't be attending to business at all." "Never mind me," Abe cried. "What about them samples, Kuhner?" "He left some samples with me, and I was to ship 'em to Sammet Brothers." "Did you ship 'em yet?" Abe exclaimed. "Why, what's the matter, Abe?" Kuhner commenced soothingly. "The matter is," Abe shouted, "them samples is my samples, and there's some monkey business here." "Monkey business!" Kuhner said. "What sort of monkey business?" "I don't know," Abe replied, "but I'm going to find out right away. Promise me you wouldn't ship them samples till I come back." "Sure I will promise you, Abe," Kuhner declared. "When will you be back?" "To-morrow morning some time," Abe concluded as he rose to leave. "I got to see a lawyer and make this here feller Pasinsky arrested." "Don't do nothing rash, Abe," Kuhner advised. "I won't do nothing rash," Abe promised. "I'll kill him, that's what I'll do." He took the stairs three at a jump and fairly ran to the dry-goods store of the Arcade Mercantile Company. "Mr. Prosnauer," he cried as he burst into Prosnauer's office in the cloak department, "my name is Mr. Potash, of Potash & Perlmutter, from New York. Did you seen it my salesman, Marks Pasinsky?" "Sit down, Mr. Potash," Prosnauer said, "and don't excite yourself." "I ain't exciting myself," Abe exclaimed. "I don't got to excite myself, Mr. Prosnauer. I am excited enough already when I think to myself that that lowlife Pasinsky takes my samples out of my store and comes here with my money and gets an order from you for four thousand dollars for Klinger & Klein." "Not so fast, Mr. Potash," Prosnauer began. "I've known Marks Pasinsky for a number of years. He and I play auction pinochle together every Saturday night when he is in Chicago, and----" "Auction pinochle!" Abe interrupted, throwing up his hands. "_Das fehlt nur noch_!" "As I was saying, Mr. Potash," Prosnauer went on with a withering glance at Abe, "those samples are outside, and Pasinsky has asked me to ship them to Klinger & Klein, and----" "Ship 'em!" Abe cried. "You shouldn't ship nothing. Them samples belongs to me." "How do I know that?" Prosnauer asked. "Is your name engraved on 'em?" "All right," Abe cried, jumping to his feet. "All right, Mr. Prosnauer. If you are going to make jokes with me I got nothing to say, but I give you warning that you should do absolutely nothing with them samples till I send a sheriff round for them." "Now you're making threats," said Prosnauer. "With people like Marks Pasinsky," Abe retorted as he paused at the door, "I don't got to make no threats. I know who I am dealing with, Mr. Prosnauer, and so, instead I should make threats I go right away and see a lawyer, and he will deliver the goods. That's all I got to say."