"That, of course, is impossible," he said. "We're all behind you to a dollar if you take that stand. But couldn't it be wise to have Wray in and talk to him? We might learn something that's not on the cards."
"Oh, yes, if you like," growled the General, "but you're wasting time. I've got my idea of what that property is worth. I'll make him the offer. If he refuses"—and his lower jaw worked forward—"it will be war—to the last ditch."
Curtis Janney pressed a bell, and a servant appeared.
"Has Mr. Wray returned?"
"Yes, sir," said the man.
"Tell him General Bent would like to see him here."
The man departed, and General Bent with an effort relaxed the muscles of his face and sat. Both gentlemen looked up quickly when the servant returned a few moments later.
"I delivered your message, sir," he said. "Mr. Wray asked me to say that he is engaged at the present moment and will join you later."
General Bent's brows drew together angrily, but Janney inquired suavely, "Where did you find him, Carey?"
"In the conservatory, sir, with Mrs. Cheyne."