"But how can you?" Harry asked. "You already have one."
"That's just it, old buddy," I replied. "Grinning Gregory has one of those experimental model Protons. It's a beauty, shimmering orange with purple wheels and bearskin upholstery. You'd love it. They'll let me have it on a 30-year contract if I can sell 27 years of my Thunderflash contract. So here's what I'm going to do for you, pal. I'll keep ten years of the contract and let you have the Thunderflash for the rest. You'll be getting a three-year-old car with 13 years of the contract taken care of. Now is that a deal or is that a deal!"
Harry wasn't convinced. "What's wrong with your car?"
"Oh, hardly anything."
"What's hardly anything?"
"Not even worth mentioning."
"What's not worth mentioning?"
"To tell the truth, the frame is just the least trifle out of line and every once in a great while it makes the rear wheel twist sideways."
"I don't know," said Harry.
"Good old cautious, hard-headed Harry," I told him. "You are getting the deal of a lifetime and doing a good, loyal friend a big favor besides."