twelve o'clock
Morris exclaimed as he moved off to the rear of the store . `` Jokes he is making it , and two thousand dollars thrown into the street . '' For the rest of the morning Morris sulked in the cutting-room upstairs , while Abe busied himself in assorting his samples for a forthcoming New England trip . At twelve o'clock a customer came in , and when he left at half-past twelve Abe escorted him to the store door and lingered there a few minutes to get a breath of fresh air . As he was about to reënter the store he discerned the corpulent figure of Frank Walsh making his way down the opposite sidewalk toward Wasserbauer 's Café . With him were two other men , one of them about as big as Frank himself , the other a slight , dark person . Abe darted to the rear of the store .