There was a public telephone in the gas station at the parking lot. I called up the number Elsie Brand had given me. She answered the phone. “Hear anything?” I asked.
She said, “You must have thought they didn’t want your money.”
“Why?”
“You said they’d tell you you had until about two o’clock this afternoon.”
“What did they say?”
She said, “The salesman’s been here twice. He’s coming back in ten minutes. He said to tell you that he could put it across, but the time expired at one.”
I said, “Stick around. I’m going to draw up the option agreement.”
“He has one with him.”
“I don’t think I’ll like it.”
“Do you want me to tell him?”