Part 56 (1/2)

”To-morrow is another day, and if he don't come to-day he'll come to-morrow yet.”

Half an hour later he sat at a table in Glauber's restaurant on Grand Street, consuming a dish of _paprika schnitzel_. At the side of his plate a cup of fragrant coffee steamed into his nostrils and he felt at peace with all the world. After the first cup he grew quite mollified toward Borrochson, and it was even in his heart to pity Rubin both for the loss he had sustained and the disappointment he was still to suffer. As for Daiches, he had completely pa.s.sed out of Wolfson's mind, but just as pride goeth before a fall, ease is often the immediate predecessor of discomfort.

Perhaps there is nothing more uncomfortable than to receive a gla.s.sful of cold water in the back of the neck, and although Wolfson's neck bulged over his celluloid collar so that none of the icy fluid went down his back, the experience was far from agreeable. After the shock had spent itself he turned around to find J. Daiches struggling in the grasp of two husky waiters.

”Schwindler!” Daiches howled, as he was propelled violently toward the door. ”For all what I have done for you, you give me a piece from gla.s.s.”

”Wait a bit!” Wolfson cried. ”What is that he says about a piece from gla.s.s?”

But the waiters were too quick for him, and Daiches struck the car tracks and bounded east on Grand Street, toward his place of business, before Wolfson had an opportunity to question him.

Wolfson returned to his table without further appet.i.te for his food.

Hastily and with trembling fingers he took from his wallet a tissue-paper package wrapped after the fas.h.i.+on of a seidlitz powder.

This he opened and exposed five glittering gems, but it seemed now to Wolfson that they possessed almost a spurious brilliancy. He glanced around nervously and at a table in the rear of the room he espied Sigmund Pollak, the p.a.w.nbroker, who could appraise a gem at a minute's notice by virtue of his long experience with impecunious customers.

At a frenzied gesture from Wolfson, Pollak leisurely crossed the room.

”Hullo, Wolfson,” he said, ”what's the trouble now?”

”Nothing,” Wolfson replied, ”only I want it you should do me a favour and look at these here diamonds.”

Pollak examined them carefully.

”How much did you give for 'em?” he asked.