“Damn thing!” he said, angrily. “Paid fifty bucks to Falconi down at the pawnshop. It ran all right then. But when I got home the damn thing stopped running. But it’s so frigging beautiful. The case looks like pure gold.
He held the watch up to his face for a moment, sighed in disgust, then stuffed it into his coat pocket.
“I could take it back,” he said to himself. “But would Falconi return my money? Hell no! He’d say I broke the watch!”