five and we sell it and make it
twenty-five hundred dollars. Ain't it?"

"Who do we sell it to?" Morris asked.

Abe pondered for a moment, then his face brightened up.

"Why, to the stock exchange, certainly," he replied.

"_Must_ they buy it from us, Abe?" Morris inquired.

"Sure they must, Mawruss," Abe said. "Ain't Sol Klinger always selling
his stocks to them people?"

"Well, Sol Klinger got his customers, Abe, and we got ours," Morris
replied doubtfully. "Maybe them people would buy it from Sol and
wouldn't buy it from us."

For the rest of the afternoon Morris plied Abe with questions about the
technicalities of the stock market until Abe took refuge in flight and
went home at half-past five. The next morning Morris resumed his quiz
until Abe's replies grew personal in character.

"What's the use of trying to explain something to nobody what don't
understand nothing?" he exclaimed.

"Maybe I don't understand it," Morris admitted, "but also you don't
understand it, too, maybe. Ain't it?"

"I understand this much, Mawruss," Abe cried--"I understand, Mawruss,
that if Sol Klinger tells me he guarantees it I make twenty-five hundred
dollars, and this here Milton Fiedler, too, he also says it, and a young
feller actually with my own eyes I see it buys this stock because he's
got information from inside people, why shouldn't _we_ buy it and make
money on it? Ain't it?"

Morris was about to reply when the letter carrier entered with the
morning mail. Abe took the bundle of envelopes, and on the top of the
pile was a missive from Gunst & Baumer. Abe tore open the envelope and
looked at the letter hurriedly. "You see, Mawruss," he cried, "already
it goes up a sixteenth." He handed the letter to Morris. It read as
follows:

_Gentlemen:_

For your information we beg to advise you that Interstate Copper
advanced a sixteenth at the close of the market yesterday. Should
you desire us to execute a buying order in these securities, we
urge you to let us know before ten o'clock to-morrow morning, as
we believe that a sharp advance will follow the opening of the
market.
Truly yours,
GUNST & BAUMER,
Milton Fiedler, Mgr.

"Well," Abe said, "what do you think, Mawruss?"

"Think!" Morris cried. "Why, I think that he ain't said nothing to us
about them gold and silver stocks of B. Sheitlis', Abe, so I