here
what wants you to look at my safe."

"Tell him for five dollars," Wolfson whispered in Borrochson's ear.

"He wants to give you five dollars for the job," Borrochson repeated.

"For five dollars is different," Daiches answered. "I will be up in
half an hour. Should I bring it tools?"

Borrochson turned to Wolfson.

"He wants to know should he bring it tools," he said.

"Sure he should bring it tools," Wolfson cried; "powder also."

"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?"

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."

"I thought you said it was