“No.”
“Nothin’ lookin’ to’ards it?”
“Yes, certainly, but nothing definite. I’ve got the proposition I told you about from the Engraving Company. Here it is.” And Fitz pulled out a package of papers from a pigeon-hole and laid the letter before the Colonel. It was the ordinary offer agreeing to print the bonds for a specified sum, and had been one of the many harmless dodges Fitz had used to keep the Colonel’s spirits up.
The Colonel studied the document carefully.
“When I accept this, of co’se, the mattuh is closed between me and the Company?”
“Certainly.”
“And no other party could either print or receive the bonds except on my written order?”
“No.” Fitz was groping now in the dark. Why the Colonel should have suddenly dropped Consolidated Smelting to speak of the “Garden Spots” was another mystery.
“And I have a right to transfer this order to any one I please?”