"I'd like the chairs best of all. You bought them yesterday for nine hundred. Will you take eleven hundred?"
"Yes," said Quinney, "I will."
He pulled out a pocket-book and extracted a slip of paper from it.
"You can have this, Mr. Hunsaker. Don't destroy it! Keep it in your safe."
Hunsaker took it.
"Christopher's receipt for my cheque. It proves that the chairs fetched the price named at public auction."
"Thank you."
"And now, to sweeten our first deal, I'll make you a little present. You fancied that K'ang He bottle. It's yours."
He advanced towards the bottle. Posy said hurriedly:
"Shall I go and clean it, father?"