“You said you disliked business.”
“Not this kind. You were right about Isburn. He didn't mean what he said about giving you a half-interest in the agency.”
“I'm not disappointed. I didn't think he did. Why should he pay me for returning what I took from him as a professional joke?”
“Well I fixed it up with him, and he will sail for Europe with his niece as soon as we can take charge.”
“We? Why, what do you mean, Mr. Sawyer?”
“I mean that I've engaged to pay Mr. Isburn one hundred thousand dollars for his agency, a one-half interest to become mine and the other half to be transferred to my wife as soon as I am married, which will be soon.”
“Then you will be my employer,” and Mary's blue eyes were opened as wide as they could be.
“Within a week, I shall be Mr. Isburn. I shall not use my own name.”
His manner changed instantly.
“This morning I met an old college friend. He was doing the historical points of old Boston with his father and his father's friend, a Rev. Mr. Dysart of Yonkers, New York.”