"It goes too far!" Borrochson cried. "Twicet already he does that to me and makes also my nose bleed. The next time I make him arrested."
"What's the matter with him?" Wolfson asked. "Is he crazy?"
"He makes me crazy," Borrochson replied. "I wish I never seen the safe."
"The safe!" Wolfson exclaimed. "What's he got to do with the safe?"
"Oh, nothing," Borrochson answered guardedly; "just a little business between him and me about it."
"But, Mr. Borrochson," Wolfson coaxed, "there can't be no harm in telling me about it."
He handed a cigar to Borrochson, who examined it suspiciously and put it in his pocket.
"Seed tobacco always makes me a stomachache," he said, "unless I smoke it after a meal."
"That ain't no seed tobacco," Wolfson protested; "that's a clear Havana cigar. But anyhow, what's the matter with this here Who's-this and the safe?"
"Well," Borrochson commenced, "the feller's name is Rubin, and he makes it a failure in the jewellery business on Rivington Street last June already. I went and bought the safe at the receiver's sale, and ever since I got it yet he bothered the life out of me I should sell him back the safe."