“What’s this curst gammon?” sneered Mr. Plumley, rousing himself.
“Commission,” said the actor airily. “Five per cent. on the ultimate selling price of a picture.”
“It went at fifty.”
“Pardon me, sir. Ultimate—ultimate, see agreement” (he smacked his chest). “One thou’ was the figure, and dirt cheap. Fine example. I’ll trouble you for a cheque.”
“Two pound ten. I’ll give it you in cash.”
Mr. Bolton whistled a stave, and turned round, his hands deep in his breeches’ pockets.
“I can sell to the other party. Good day to you, and look out.”
[The End]
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
Minor spelling inconsistencies (e.g. cash-box/cash box, frockcoat/frock-coat, etc.) have been preserved.