“Yes, half a dozen. Not at your price, though, not old ones. Here are two fairly good specimens,” and he handed them out and laid them on the glass before him.
The man leaned forward and peered into the case.
“That's a picture of the Palisades, isn't it?” He had ignored the fans.
“Yes, so I understand.”
“Oh, I knew it first time I put my eyes on it. I'm in the real-estate business. I've got a lot of cottage sites along that top edge. Is it for sale?”
“It will be when it's cleaned and varnished and I have it framed.”
“Belong to you?”
“No; it belongs to a man who has left it for sale. He went out as you came in.”
“What does he want for it?”
“He would be satisfied with ten dollars, even less, because he needs the money. I want fifty.”