"That would be a foolish thing to do," Wolfson said.
"Well, if the safe is worth five hundred to Rubin," Borrochson declared, "it's worth seven hundred and fifty to me. That's the way I figure it."
Wolfson blew great clouds from one of his seed tobacco cigars and pondered for a minute.
"I tell you what I'll do, Borrochson," he said at last. "Give me a day to examine the safe and I'll make you an offer right now of five hundred and fifty for it."
Borrochson laughed raucously.
"What do you think I am?" he said. "A greenhorn?"
Then commenced a hard, long battle in which a truce was declared at six hundred dollars.
"But mind you," Wolfson said, "I should be alone when I examine the safe."
"Alone without a safe feller you couldn't do nothing," Borrochson declared, "but if you mean that I shouldn't be there to see the whole thing, I tell you now the deal is off."
"Don't you trust me?" Wolfson asked, in accents of hurt astonishment.