CHAPTER XXIV
UNCLE DICK'S BUYER
Miss Hope, who had been wringing her hands, bewildered and hopelessly at sea, hailed this concrete suggestion with visible relief.
"All right, Sister, I think so, too," she agreed, glad for once not to have to make the decision. "You're sure you are not cheating yourself, Mr. Gordon, by paying us twenty thousand dollars?"
Mr. Gordon, who had strolled over to the door leading into the hall, assured her that he was well-satisfied with his bargain.
"Well, we'll be going," muttered Blosser. "All this comes from trying to do business with women. You had as good as passed us your word that you'd sell to us, and see what's happened. However, women don't know nothing about ethics. Come on, Fluss."
He was too disappointed and angry to notice the slip of his tongue, but Fluss flushed a brick red.
"Just one minute," said Mr. Richard Gordon, blocking the doorway. "You don't leave this place until you promise to produce that boy."
