"Do you still want to buy?" I asked him.
"You bet your sweet life I want to buy," he replied.
"You're sure you've investigated the proposition fully?" I asked him.
The customer thought of that four hundred and seventeen dollars taken in over the bar the night before and said he had.
"Hand over the money, then," I said, promptly. "The place is yours."
The next morning he came to me with a lugubrious countenance.
"Well," I greeted him, "how much did you make last night?"
"Took in ninety-six dollars," he answered, sadly. "Cady, why didn't you tell me about that $25 tax?"
"Tell you about it?" I repeated, as if astonished. "Why, didn't I ask you if you had investigated the thing fully? Did I ask you to go into the deal blindfold? It wasn't my business to tell you about any tax."
And with that he had to be content.