"How was that?"
"There was a young gent living near Central Park named Homer Bulson, wanted me to get certain French books for him. I got the books, but when I went to deliver them he refused to take them, saying they were not what he had ordered."
"Were they?"
"They were. I could make him take them, according to law, but to sue a man is expensive. But now I've got the books on my hands, and they cost me over three dollars."
"Can't you sell them to somebody else?"
"I hardly think so. You see, they are books on poisons, and there isn't much call for that sort of thing."
"Poisons! What did he want to do with them?"
"He said when he ordered them, that he was studying to be a doctor, and was going to make poisons a specialty."
"It's a shame you can't make him take the books."