"Because, seeing the unusual form of it, it ought to be stamped, and it isn't stamped."
"Listen here, Mr. Slosson," said Edward Henry, "I want you to remember that you're talking to a lawyer."
"A lawyer?"
"I was in the law for years," said Edward Henry. "And you know as well as I do that I can get the option stamped at any time by paying a penalty—which at worst will be a trifle compared to the value of the option."
"Ah!" Mr. Slosson paused, and resumed his puffing, which exercise—perhaps owing to undue excitement—he had pretermitted. "Then further, the deed isn't drawn up."
"That's not my fault."
"Further, the option is not transferable."
"We shall see about that."
"And the money ought to be paid down to-day, even on your own showing—every cent of it, in cash."
"Here is the money," said Edward Henry, drawing his pocket-book from his breast. "Every cent of it, in the finest brand of bank-notes!"