Reminds me of my now (very long ago) deceased great uncle. A true conniver, if one ever existed, died early 1990's. He owned a coal company in NW PA, was well-heeled, but live like a pauper (well, he did have an underground shooting range, going out from his garage, under a state highway-you can do this with the equipment he owned).
Anyhow early in my life, we never got along, but became very good friends during his final decades of life (we were both hobbyist woodworkers). I was at his home one evening, and he said to come here, he wanted to show me something. Now bear in mind, he had one glass eye, and pretty poor eyesight in the other. He told me about a guy that owed him a bit of money and he was having no luck in getting it. He told the guy he wanted something of value to hold, now here my uncle showed me the shotgun. He beamed from ear to ear, how he got this shotgun, worth thousands of dollars, in exchange for the hundreds of debt. The shotgun was engraved, checkered, but to me didn't seem right. In fact, to me, it felt like a $25 dollar Rolex, bought in Times Square.
Unc said it is a Boss! It did have a leather gun case, but didn't have that feel of fine luggage. Giving the gun a closer look, particularly at the punched name, I said, did you see how lightly the fourth letter is, and that it looks more like a T than a S?
We never spoke of the Bost again, though at his funeral, in our rememberances, I did speak of it.