Accordingly they repaired to the sabbatical entrance of the nearest liquor saloon and rang up Daiches' store in Grand Street. They had no difficulty in speaking to him, for on the lower end of Grand Street business goes forward on Sunday as briskly as on weekdays.
"Mr. Daiches," Borrochson said, "this is Philip Borrochson from Third Avenue. Could you come up by my store and look over my safe?"
"I ain't in the market for no safes, Borrochson," Daiches replied at the other end of the telephone wire.
"Not to buy no safes," Borrochson corrected. "There's a feller here what wants you to look at my safe."
"Tell him for five dollars," Wolfson whispered in Borrochson's ear.
"He wants to give you five dollars for the job," Borrochson repeated.
"For five dollars is different," Daiches answered. "I will be up in half an hour. Should I bring it tools?"
Borrochson turned to Wolfson.
"He wants to know should he bring it tools," he said.
"Sure he should bring it tools," Wolfson cried; "powder also."