his cough completely. I bet yer that's the same medicine which he got it originally from Miss Meyerson." 

 "I bet yer," Max agreed as the telephone bell rang. Sam hastened to answer it. 

 "Hallo!" he said. "Yes, this is Zaretsky & Fatkin. You want to speak to Miss Meyerson? All right. Miss Meyerson! Telephone!" 

 Miss Meyerson came from her office and took the receiver from Sam. 

 "Hello," she said. "Who is this, please?" 

 The answer made her clap her hand over the transmitter. 

 "It's Aaron Pinsky," she said to Max, and both partners sprang to their feet. 

 "What does he want?" Sam hissed. 

 Miss Meyerson waved them to silence and resumed her conversation over the 'phone. 

 "Hello, Mr. Pinsky," she said. "What can I do for you?" 

 She listened patiently to Aaron's narrative of the fire in Blaukopf's drug store, and when he had concluded she winked furtively at her employers. 

 "Mr. Pinsky," she said, "won't you repeat that over again? I didn't understand it." 

 Once more Aaron explained the details of the prescription book's incineration, and again Miss Meyerson winked. 

 "Mr. Pinsky," she said, "I can't make out what you say. Why don't you stop in here at twelve o'clock? Mr. Zaretsky is going to Newark and Mr. Fatkin will be out to lunch." 

 She listened carefully for a few minutes and then her face broke into a broad grin. 

 "All right, Mr. Pinsky," she concluded. "Good-bye." 

 She turned to her employers. 

 "He's coming here at twelve o'clock," she said. "He told me that the drug store burnt down where he gets his cough medicine, and he wants another prescription. And I said I didn't understand him so as to get him over here." 

 "Well, what good would that do?" Max asked. 

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