“Look here, Travers, what are these two worth?”
Gladwin volplaned to earth, climbed out of his sky chariot and was back in the midst of his art treasures again.
“I beg your pardon,” he said hastily. “Which two?”
Barnes pointed to two of the smaller pictures.
“Guess,” suggested his host.
“Five thousand.”
“Multiply it by ten––then add something.”
“No, really.”
“Yes, really! That one on the left is a Rembrandt! and the other is a Corot!”
“My word; they’re corkers, eh!”