Two days later Bobby was surprised to see Sharpe drop in upon him.
“I understand you are bringing suit against the Consolidated for encroachment upon your territory, and against the city for abrogation of contract,” began Sharpe.
“Yes,” said Bobby.
“Don’t you think it rather a waste of money, Mr. Burnit? I can guarantee you positively that you will not win either suit.”
“I’m willing to wait to find that out.”
“No use,” said Sharpe impatiently. “I’ll tell you what we will do, Mr. Burnit. If you care to have us to do so, the Consolidated, a little later on, will absorb the Brightlight.”
“On what terms?” asked Bobby.
“It all depends. We might discuss that later. There’s another matter I’d like to speak with you about. Stone wants to see you, even yet. I want to tell you, Mr. Burnit, he can get along a great deal better without you than you can without him, as you are probably willing to admit by now. But he still wants you. Go and see Stone.”
“On—what—terms—will the Consolidated now absorb the Brightlight?” demanded Bobby sternly.
“Well,” drawled Sharpe, with a complete change of manner, “the property has deteriorated considerably within a remarkably short space of time, but I should say that we would buy the Brightlight for three hundred thousand dollars in stock of the Consolidated, half preferred and half common.”