"Powder!" Borrochson exclaimed. "What for?"
"Powder what you blow it up with," Wolfson answered.
"Positively not," Borrochson declared. "I wouldn't tell him nothing about powder. Might you wouldn't find nothing in the safe, and when you blew it up already I couldn't sell it to Rubin for a button."
He turned to the 'phone again.
"Hullo, Daiches!" he said. "Bring up tools, sure; but remember what I tell you, you shouldn't do nothing to harm the looks of the safe."
"Sure not," Daiches replied. "Good-bye."
An hour later J. Daiches knocked at the door of the store and was admitted by Borrochson.
"Mr. Wolfson," he said, "this is J. Daiches."
"Pleased to meetcher," Daiches replied. "Which is the job what I got to do it?"