Borrochson frowned in deep consideration of the plan.
"I tell you what it is, Wolfson," he said at last, "and this is my last word, so sure as you stand there. If you don't want to consider it, the deal is off. Pay me two hundred dollars now in advance and four hundred dollars additional when you find it something in the safe. That is all there is to it."
Wolfson looked hard at Borrochson, but there was a glitter of finality in the jeweller's eyes that clinched things.
"And you and the safe feller can look at the safe alone," Borrochson concluded.
"I'm satisfied," Wolfson said finally, and drew a checkbook from his waistcoat-pocket.
Borrochson raised his hand solemnly.
"Either cash oder nothing," was his ultimatum, and Wolfson replaced the checkbook in his vest pocket and drew a roll of bills from his trousers. He peeled off two hundred dollars and handed it to Borrochson.
"You see," he said, "I trust you. Ain't it?"
"You got to trust me," Borrochson replied, as Wolfson rose to examine the safe.
"Who did you get to look at the safe?" he asked Borrochson.