He's a good fellow in the main, too, though somewhat henpecked at home.
You see he's at the head of a big syndicate, and lately the rumor went around that they might sell out if the right customer turned up.
I chanced to know this, and believed I could bring in a man who would pay their price.
It turned out that he also represented a company.
"Well," said Stubb, finally, "our price is just $150,000, not one cent less."
"Make it just that much less," suggested the promotor, "and I think we can cinch the deal."
"How do you mean?"
"Make it $149,999.99. The head of our syndicate is a woman."