"To one other person only."
"And that you want to sell to me?"
"That I want to tell you. You can do as you see fit about paying me for it. I think you will, but if not—"
He smiled evilly, secure of the darkness.
"There are other ways of utilizing it," he added.
Andrew chopped thoughtfully at the plaster.
"I don't seem to understand what you're driving at," he said presently, "but, somehow—well, I don't like the sound of it, Radwalader. Of course, I know you don't mean it that way, but it sounds rather—rather unfriendly, if you'll allow me to say so. Oh, damn it all!"
"What?" asked Radwalader, surprised at the sudden exclamation.
"There goes my knife. I ought to have known better than to hew at this stuff with it. I suppose that's the last I shall ever see of it—and a new one, too. Why—that's queer! Did you notice? There wasn't any splash."