“No, you will not.”
“Eh? what do you mean?”
“I will not sell it to you.”
“I knowed it!” nodded Toots, grinning triumphantly.
“But I am ready to pay spot cash, young man—spot cash. Do you understand? I have the money.”
“I know you have it, and I know how you obtained it. No, Darius Conrad, not one dollar of money will I accept from you. This place is for sale, but you can’t buy it.”
“I guess dat will hole yeh fo’ a while!” muttered Toots.
“Well, I must say you are ridiculous!” stormed Conrad—“perfectly ridiculous! If you will be reasonable——”
“There is the door, sir,” said Frank, stepping from the stairs and pointing to the door, which Toots held open. “This is still my house. Will you leave it? or do you choose to be put out?”
“He’s actually threatening us, governor!” cried Dyke.