“Sure, I say, ’good’,” Morris replied.  “Why not?  Just because a sucker like Sol Klinger knocks a feller, Abe, that ain’t saying the feller’s N. G. Furthermore, Abe, suppose a feller does run a couple of oitermobiles, y’understand, Abe, does that say he’s going to bust up right away?  That’s an idee what a back number like Klinger got it, Abe, but with me I think differently.  There’s worser things as oitermobiles to ride in, Abe, believe me.  Fixman takes out his wife and Minnie and me on Saturday afternoon, and we had a fine time.  We went pretty near to Boston, I bet yer.”

“To Boston!” Abe exclaimed.

“Well, we seen the Boston boats going out, and a fine view of the City College also, and a gas factory and North Beach, too.  Everything went off beautiful, Abe, and I assure you Minnie and me we come home feeling fine.  I tell you, Abe, a feller has got to ride in one of them things to appreciate ’em.”

“S’all right, Mawruss,” Abe cried.  “I take your word for it.  What I am worrying about now, Mawruss, is this here Kleebaum.”

“Kleebaum is A Number One, Abe,” Morris said.  “I was talking to Fixman about him and Fixman says that there ain’t a better judge of an oitermobile between Chicago and the Pacific Coast.”

“Say, lookyhere, Mawruss,” Abe asked, “are we in the cloak and suit business or are we in the oitermobile business?  Kleebaum buys from us cloaks, not oitermobiles.  And while I ain’t got such good judgment when it comes to oitermobiles, I think I know something about the cloak and suit business, and I got an idea that feller is out to do us.”

“Why, Abe, you don’t know the feller at all,” Morris protested.  “Why don’t you make some investigations about the feller, Abe?”

“Investigations is nix, Mawruss,” Abe replied impatiently.  “When a feller is a crook, Mawruss, he could fool everybody, Mawruss.  He could fix things so the merchantile agencies would only find out good things about him, and he buffaloes credit men so that to hear ’em talk you would think he was a millionaire already.  No, Mawruss, when you are dealing with a crook, investigations is nix.  You got to depend on your own judgment.”

“But, Abe,” Morris cried, “you got a wrong idee about that feller.  Fixman tells me Kleebaum does a fine business in Minneapolis.  He has an elegant trade there and he’s got a system of oitermobile delivery which Fixman says is great.  He’s got three light runabouts fixed up with removable tonneaus, thirty horse-power, two cylinder engines and——­”

At this juncture Abe rose to his feet and hurried indignantly toward the cutting-room, where Morris joined him five minutes later.

“Say, Abe,” he said, “while me and Minnie was out with Fixman on Saturday I got a fine idee for an oitermobile wrap.”

Abe turned and fixed his partner with a terrible glare.

“Tell it to Kleebaum,” he roared.

“I did,” Morris said genially, “and he thought it would make a big hit in the trade.”