He nodded.
At one o’clock the next morning he sat reading in his room, when a knock came to his door and the girl came in. She was half hysterical, but the light of triumph was in her eyes.
“Got it,” she said.
“Got it!” he repeated in wonder. “You don’t mean he sold?”
She nodded.
“For ten thousand pounds—three hundred thousand francs. What do you think of your little Sadie?”
“Are you serious?” he asked.
She nodded, smiling.
“What did he——?” he began.
She hesitated and closed her eyes.