“Bathurst? where is that?”
“In Australia.”
“Suit?”
“If the price suits. What is the price, sir?”
“The books must tell us that.”
Mr. Rich stretched out his arm and seized a ledger, and gave it Meadows.
“I have but one price for land, and that is five per cent profit on my outlay. Book will tell you what it stands me in, you can add five per cent to that, and take the land away or leave it.”
With this curt explanation, Mr. Rich resumed his work.
“It seems you gave five shillings an acre, sir,” said Mr. Clinton. “Five times five hundred shillings, one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Interest at five per cent, six pounds five.”
“When did I buy it?” asked Mr. Rich.