“All right. If you change your mind, come to me. Now then, to size up this proposition in detail.”
The speaker looked into and over everything. When he had gone one round he picked up an empty red cardboard box and began to cut it up into small squares.
“I seem to have made a fine investment, Buckner,” he said to the insurance man. “There’s over two hundred dollars in those lawn mower parts alone. The regular stuff like tools and cutlery are good for as much more. See here, Newton: I am going to put one of these red cardboard squares on all the lots I wish you to ship to me at Lancaster.”
“Yes, sir,” nodded Frank.
“Get some strong boxes and pack the stuff well, send by freight.”
The hardware merchant now went from pile to pile, placing the red bits of cardboard on about two-thirds of the stuff.
“Aren’t you going to take those needles?” inquired Buckner, noticing that his client had passed them by. “Why, there’s fully a million of them.”
“No use for them.”
“And this big pile of apple corers?”
The hardware man shrugged his shoulders.