They led him to the safe in the rear of the store.
"Why, that's a safe what myself I sold it," Daiches exclaimed. "What's the matter with it?"
"Nothing's the matter with it," Wolfson said. "Only Borrochson should go outside on the sidewalk and stick there until we get through."
"Tell me, Wolfson," Borrochson said pleadingly, "why should I go outside?"
"An agreement is an agreement," Wolfson replied firmly, and Borrochson left the store and slammed the door behind him.
"I'll tell you the truth, Mr. Wolfson," Daiches said; "my name is on the safe as maker, but I didn't got nothing to do with making the safe. I bought the safe from a Broadway concern what put my name on the safe. So if the combination gets stuck it's up to them."
"There ain't nothing the matter with the combination, Daiches," Wolfson said, "only I got it an idee that safe must have a secret apartment."
"A secret apartment!" Daiches exclaimed. "Well, if that's the case somebody put it on after I sold it."
Wolfson looked at Daiches, whose uninteresting face expressed all the intelligence of a tailor's lay figure.
"Supposin' they did," Wolfson said, "it's your business to find it out."