“Of course I do.”
“Did you get it?”
“Of course I did.”
“Well,” said Cheney, as if he did not believe the assertion, “I’d like to see ’em.”
“They’re not mine to show, now,” said Allan, with a pride that he could not conceal, even from Cheney. “I sold them.”
“Sold ’em!” exclaimed Cheney. “To who?”
“To the factory people. There’s something about the factory being set afire, and beside that there’s some insurance trouble about where the fire started, and they’ve given me fifty dollars for the plates.”
Cheney gave a long whistle. “Golly!” he cried. “You’re right in it, ain’t yer! Fifty dollars! I didn’t suppose any picture could ever be worth as much as that.”
“You see,” said Allan, “they can use the pictures as proof if there’s any trouble.”
“Proof of what?” Cheney demanded incredulously.