Carmella Commands
wife’s guest. And the story she had just told—hell, what a kid!
“Listen, Kate,” he said. “I size it that you run the works. So listen to me. I want your dad’s land because there may be a profit in it for me. But if plans don’t go through, there’ll be a loss. Now listen, kid! I can stand a loss and your father can’t.
“I think the plans will go through. This business is a gamble, and I can afford to do it. But if they don’t⸺”
Mr. Barrington shrugged his shoulders.
“Your dad’s figure of four thousand dollars was a speculative one,” he continued. “If my plan works, he can get it, and a lot more. If it doesn’t work, he loses. Now I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll give him, cash down, Monday noon in City Hall, eight thousand dollars for his land. Is it a bargain?”
“I’ll ask him,” said Carmella.
“He’ll do what you tell him.”
“I think he will sell for eight thousand,” said Carmella.
“I’ll send Dixon or a taxi for you at eleven-thirty, Monday. Tell your dad to bring his papers. I’m off for golf. Good-bye, Kate, and I’m very glad Mrs. Barrington met you.”
The realtor held out his hand, shook Carmella’s heartily, and was gone.
The child stood dazed. Mrs. Barrington entered shortly and chatted with her. But afterwards all that
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