“Oh, I see.” Willard looked doubtfully at Tom. “Well, I suppose interest at three per cent.——”
“Three per cent.! Jumpin’ Jupiter! The legal rate is five!”
“Is it? On automobiles?”
“On anything. I guess you don’t know a whole lot, after all, son. You want a fellow to come here and take the car to pieces?”
“Well, look it over, you know.”
“Yes, and leave it spread all over the place, like as not, so I’ll never be able to get it together again! Who you going to send here?”
“A man named Brennan, who works——”
“Jimmy Brennan at the machine shop? I know him. Well, all right, but he’s got to put things together the way he finds ’em. You tell him that.”
“I will, Mr. Saunders. Now will you give me a refusal of the car until I hear what Mr. Brennan says about it?”