“I will, Bob. And I’m looking out myself.” Jerry was laughing now.
“The Universal Plaster Company,” murmured Ned. “And so that concern wants to buy the swamp land of your mother’s, Jerry?”
“Yes, Ned.”
“What sort of a concern is it?”
“I don’t know. Their letter head doesn’t show. But it’s the price they offered that made me suspicious. It’s a lot more than the land is worth.”
“And that makes you think——” began Ned.
“That there’s something we don’t know about,” finished Jerry. “Either there is some valuable deposit on that land, or else the strip my mother owns is wanted for some development project. In either case the swamp piece may be worth a lot more than this Universal Plaster Company is offering, and, if it is, she ought to get the benefit of it.”
“That’s right,” agreed Bob. “But you ought to be able to find out, Jerry.”
“I ought to—yes. But so far I haven’t been able to. I can’t find out anything about this plaster company, except that it is a New York concern. I don’t know whether they make plaster for houses, or porous plasters for sick people. It’s a new concern, and they aren’t giving away their secret. But they’ve made mother a good offer for the land, and she wants to take it.”
“And you don’t want her to?” suggested Ned, questioningly.