faces were as black as a thunder-cloud at the interruption.
"I'm sure Mr. Gordon will excuse us if we go on with the business," said Blosser smoothly. "You have a dining-room, perhaps, or some other room where we could finish this matter quietly?"
Miss Hope glanced about her helplessly. Betty noticed that there was pen and ink and a package of bills of large denomination on the table. Evidently they had reached the farm just in time.
"Why, it happens that I'm interested in a way in your farm, if it is for sale," announced Mr. Gordon leisurely.
He selected a comfortable chair, and leaned back in it with the air of a man who is not to be hurried. A look of relief came into Miss Hope's face, and her nervous tension perceptibly relaxed.
"This farm is sold," declared Blosser truculently. "My partner and I have bought it for a client of ours."
"Any signatures passed?" said Mr. Gordon lazily.
"Miss Hope will sign right here," said Blosser, hastily unfolding a sheet of foolscap. "She was about to do so when you came in."
Miss Hope automatically took up the pen.
"Have you read that agreement?" demanded Mr. Gordon sharply. "Do you know what you
