"We'd buy if we had any money!" the man in the back cell yelled. "What's your name, peddler?"
"Jeff Tarrant, representing Tarrant Enterprises, Ltd. The most quality for the most discriminating people."
"What's that dis-dingus mean?"
"It means shut up!" Pop snarled. "You're a smart one, huh?"
Jeff said meekly, "All I know is black from white. I take my pack in the cell too, don't I?"
"No!"
"I know exactly what's in it," Jeff warned, "and I know just what to do if even a penny's worth is missing. Maybe I know what to do if nothing's missing."
"We can get tough, too."
"I want that pack."
"All right. Keep it and come on."