“What about the other fellow?”
“He’s coming in with Jack in a few minutes,” she said. “I must ask him about it. I think I shall tell him that my affections are wavering.”
“As soon as the coast is clear,” Jacob began,—
“Humbug!” she interrupted. “Go down and be fleeced.”
The scene was laid when Jacob reached the library. He slipped into the vacant chair and accepted the pen which the Marquis handed to him.
“Leave the cheque open, please,” Mr. Dane Montague begged. “We have to hand the money over in cash to-morrow morning.”
“Certainly,” Jacob assented. “By the bye, will you let me have one more glance at the undertaking to sell?”
“You can read it through as many times as you like,” the other replied, producing it. “It’s as tight a contract as can be drawn. The lawyer’s letter proves that.”
Jacob nodded, and, spreading the document out, tapped it with the end of his penholder.