"That settles it," he said, jamming his hat on his head. "I'm going for a policeman. I'll teach that sucker to steal my orders!" He bounced out of the room and, as he rang for the elevator, Isolde's lament once more issued from beneath. Mozart Rabiner's fingers: _Mild und leise wie er laechelt Wie das Auge hold er oeffnet_ While from the floor above came the full, round tones of the salesman, Marks Pasinsky. "Sixty queens," he said. Abe ran out of the hotel lobby straight into the arms of a short, stout person. "Excuse me," Abe exclaimed. "I'll excuse you, Potash," said the short, stout person, "but I wouldn't run like that if I got it the rheumatism so bad." Abe looked at the speaker and gasped. It was B. Gans. "What are you doing in Chicago, Potash?" Gans asked. "You should ask me that," Abe snorted indignantly. "If it wouldn't be for you I wouldn't never got to leave New York." "What do you mean?" Gans asked. "I mean you gives me a good reference for this feller Marks Pasinsky," Abe shouted. "And even now I am on my way out for a policeman to make this here Pasinsky arrested." B. Gans whistled. He surrendered to a bell-boy the small valise he carried and clutched Abe's arm. "I wouldn't do that," he said. "Come inside the cafe and tell me all about it." Abe shook himself free. "Why shouldn't I make him arrested?" he insisted. "He's a thief. He stole my samples." "Well, he stole my samples, too, oncet," B. Gans replied. "Come inside the cafe and I'll give you a little sad story what I got, too." A moment later they were seated at a marble-top table. "Yes, Abe," B. Gans went on after they had given the order, "Marks Pasinsky stole my samples, too. Let's hear your story first." Straightway Abe unfolded to B. Gans the tale of Marks Pasinsky's adventure with Mozart Rabiner and Arthur Katzen, and also told him how the orders based on Potash & Perlmutter's sample line had found their way into the respective establishments of Sammet Brothers and Klinger & Klein. "Well, by jimminy!" B. Gans commented, "that's just the story I got to tell it you. This feller does the selfsame funny business with my samples. He gets orders from a couple of big concerns in St. Louis and then he gambles them away to a feller called Levy. So what do I do, Potash? He goes to work and has 'em both arrested, and then them two fellers turns around and fixes up a story and the first thing you know the police judge lets 'em go. Well, Potash, them two fellers goes down to New York and hires a lawyer, by the name Henry D. Feldman, and sue me in the courts yet that I made them false arrested. Cost me a thousand dollars to settle it, and I also got to agree that if anybody inquires about Pasinsky I should say only that he is a good salesman--which is the truth, Potash, because he is a good salesman--and that the reason he left me is by mutual consent, y'understand?" Abe nodded.