it for 'em," Borrochson answered him. "I ain't give
a chattel mortgage or one of them conditional bill-off-sales on so much
as a tin tack."

"Well, Feldman will look out for that, Borrochson," Wolfson replied,
"and the safe, too."

Borrochson started.

"I thought I told it you about the safe," he exclaimed.

"You ain't told me nothing about the safe," Wolfson answered. "The
writing what I give you says the stock and fixtures."

Borrochson took out the paper which Wolfson had just signed, and
examined it carefully.

"You're wrong," Borrochson said. "I stuck it in the words 'without the
safe' before you signed it."

Wolfson rose heavily to his feet.

"Let see it the writing," he said, making a grab for it.

"It's all right," Borrochson replied. "Here it is, black on white,
'without the safe.'"

"Then you done me out of it," Wolfson cried.

"I didn't done you out of nothing," Borrochson retorted. "You should of
read it over before you signed it, and, anyhow, what difference does
the safe make? It ain't worth fifty dollars if it was brand-new."

"Without a safe a jewellery stock is nothing," Wolfson said. "So if you
told it me you wouldn't sell the safe I wouldn't of signed the paper.
You cheated me."

He walked toward the door of the store and had about reached it when it
burst open to admit a tall, slight man with haggard face and blazing
eyes. He rushed past Wolfson, who turned and stared after him.

"Mr. Borrochson," the newcomer cried, "what's the use your fooling me
any longer? Five hundred dollars I will give for the safe, and that's
my last word."

"Sssh!" Borrochson hissed, and drew his visitor toward the end of the
store. There a whispered conversation took place with frequent
outbursts of sacred and profane exclamations from the tall, slender
person, who finally smacked Borrochson's face with a resounding slap
and ran out of the store.

"Bloodsucker!" he yelled as he slammed the door behind him. "You want
my life."

Wolfson stared first at the departing stranger and then at Borrochson,
who was thoughtfully rubbing his red and smarting cheek.

"It goes too far!" Borrochson cried. "Twicet already he does that to me
and makes also my nose bleed. The next time I make him arrested."

"What's the matter with him?" Wolfson asked. "Is he crazy?"

"He makes me crazy," Borrochson replied. "I wish I never seen the
safe."

"The safe!" Wolfson exclaimed. "What's he got to do with the safe?"

"Oh,