windler, Mr. Wolfson, is got
no effect on me," Daiches replied stolidly; "for otherwise, if I don't
get it the diamond right this minute I will go back and tell it all
about the diamonds to Borrochson."

Wolfson clenched his right fist and grasped Daiches by the shoulder
with his left hand.

"You dirty dawg!" he began, when a tall, slender person bumped into
him. The intruder was muttering to himself and his face was ghastly
with an almost unnatural whiteness.

"Rubin!" Wolfson cried, and stared after the distracted Rubin who
seemed to stagger as he half ran down the street.

"Leggo from my arm," Daiches said, "or I'll----"

Wolfson came to himself with a start. After all, Rubin would be around
the next day to buy back his safe, and Wolfson argued that he might as
well be rid of Daiches.

"All right, Daiches," he said, "I'll give you a diamond."

He stopped under a lamppost and carefully placed the six diamonds in a
little row on the flat of his hand between his second and third
fingers. Then he selected the smallest of the six stones and handed it
to Daiches.

"Take it and should you never have no luck so long as you wear it," he
grunted.

"Don't worry yourself about that, Mr. Wolfson," Daiches said with a
smile. "I ain't going to wear it; I'm going to sell it to-morrow."

He folded it into a piece of paper and placed it in his greasy wallet,
out of which he extracted a card.

"Here is also my card, Mr. Wolfson," he said with a smile. "Any time
you want some more work done by safes, let me know; that's all."

* * * * *

When Borrochson and Wolfson met the next afternoon in the office of the
latter's attorney, Henry D. Feldman, they wasted no courtesy on each
other.

"Feldman has sent up and searched the Register's office for chattel
mortgages and conditional bill-off-sales, and he don't find none,"
Wolfson announced. "So everything is ready."

"I'm glad to hear it," Borrochson said. "When I get into a piece of
business with a bloodsucker like you, Wolfson, I am afraid for my life
till I get through."

"If I would be the kind of bloodsucker what you are, Borrochson,"
Wolfson retorted, "I would be calling a decent, respectable man out of
his name. What did I ever done to you, Borrochson?"

"You tried your best you should do me, Wolfson," Borrochson replied.

"You judge me by what you would have done if you had been in my place,
Borrochson," Wolfson rejoined