"Me, I ain't such a big spender, Sol," Abe replied as he unfolded the statement. "I don't even got to look at the statement, because I know we drew just the same amount. Yes,--here it is Sol. Me, I drew six thousand two hundred dollars, and Mawruss drew--six thousand two hundred and----. _Well, what do you think for a sucker like that?_" "Why, what's the matter, Abe?" Sol cried. Abe's face had grown white and his eyes glittered with anger. "That's a loafer for you!" he went on. "That feller actually pocketed fifty-two dollars of my money." "Fifty-two dollars?" Sol repeated. "What are you making such a fuss about fifty-two dollars for?" "With you I suppose fifty-two dollars is nothing, Sol?" Abe retorted. "I suppose you could pick up fifty-two dollars in the streets, Sol. What? Wait till I see that robber to-morrow. I'll fix him. Actually, I thought that feller was above such things, Sol." "Don't excite yourself, Abe," Sol began. "I ain't excited, Sol," Abe replied. "I ain't a bit excited. All I would do is I will go back to the store and draw a check for fifty-two dollars. I wouldn't let that beat get ahead of me not for one cent, Sol. If I would sit down with my eyes closed for five minutes, Sol, that loafer would do me for my shirt. I must be on the job all the time, Sol, otherwise that feller would have me on the streets yet." For a quarter of an hour longer Abe reviled Morris, until Sol was moved to protest. "If I thought that way about my partner, Abe," he said, "I'd go right down and see Feldman and have a dissolution yet." "That's what I will do, Sol," Abe declared. "Why should I tie myself up any longer with a cutthroat like that? I tell you what we'll do, Sol. We'll go over to the store and see what else Miss Cohen found it out. I bet you he rings in a whole lot of items on me with the petty cash while I was away on the road." Together they left Hammersmith's and repaired at once to Potash & Perlmutter's place of business. As they entered the show-room Miss Cohen emerged from her office with a sheet of paper in her hand. "Mr. Potash," she said, "when you were in Chicago last fall you drew on the firm for a hundred dollars, and by mistake I credited it to you on your expense account. It ought to have been charged on your drawing account. So that makes your total drawing account sixty-three hundred dollars." Abe stopped short and looked at Sol. "What was that you said, Miss Cohen?" he asked. "I said that I made a mistake in that statement, and you're overdrawn on Mr. Perlmutter forty-eight dollars," Miss Cohen concluded. "Then hurry up quick, Miss Cohen," Abe cried, "and draw a check in my personal check book on the Kosciusko Bank to Potash & Perlmutter for forty-eight dollars and see that it's deposited the first thing to-morrow morning." He handed Sol a cigar.