“Better look after your own,” he said. “Guess you’ll find that correct—375,000 dollars.”
Angela took them, then she leaned over the table and looked at him queerly.
“Some time ago and many times since you made an offer?”
His hands gripped the table.
“Eh?”
“You must remember—you—you said I was for purchase to anyone who would pay the price.”
“I——” he commenced brokenly.
“You are not going back on your word?”
“O God! Angela, don’t force this on me!”
“I mean to—I have found a buyer.”