His brother-in-law paused in the middle of an expatiation on the business opportunities of the neighborhood. He hadn’t said how much it would cost. But he knew. He had figured it out a score of times.
“At the way lumber is now,” he said, “four thousand could do it.”
“Including the sign?”
“I didn’t count on that. It’d just have to come, onc’t the buildin’ was there.”
“And the ground?”
“Three thousand more.”
He leaned forward, licking his lips, nervously spreading and closing his fingers, while he watched Martin write a check. When it was passed over to him, he glanced at the amount-seven thousand dollars.
“I—I can’t afford to pay more than six per cent,” he said huskily.
Martin wanted to laugh, but, instead, demanded:-
“How much would that be?”