"Well, why don't you do it?"
"Because we can't come to terms," Borrochson replied. "He wants to give me five hundred for the safe, and I couldn't take it a cent less than seven-fifty."
"But what did you give for the safe when you bought it originally already?" Wolfson asked.
"Forty-five dollars."
Wolfson whistled.
"What's the matter with it?" he said finally.
"To tell you the candid and honest truth," Borrochson replied, "I don't see nothing the matter with the safe. Fifty dollars I paid it to experts who looked at that safe with telescopes already, like they was doctors, and they couldn't find nothing the matter with it, neither. The safe is a safe, they say, and that's all there is to it."
Wolfson nodded gravely.
"But there must be something the matter with the safe. Ain't it?"
"Sure, there must be," Borrochson agreed, "and if Rubin don't want to buy it back, either I will blow it up the safe or melt it down."