There was a telephone number and an address out on Long Island. There was nothing else.
"Three thousand is what it will cost you," the attendant said. "You're lucky it's a joint account you have."
"Three thousand dollars!" gasped Horner. "For what?"
"For a new body, naturally. Twenty-five years old and in sound health. Fit as a pin, you're guaranteed that. I think it's a bargain."
"But three thousand dollars—"
"What kind of car you drive?"
Horner told him.
"Buy it brand new?"
"I never buy second-hand cars," Horner told him haughtily.
"Then it cost you damn near as much as a new body is going to. What are you complaining about?"