“Yes. Just this side of that road.”
“Of the Shore Lane. It isn't a road exactly.”
“I don't care what you call it. Road or lane or cow-path. It ends there?”
“Yes.”
“And it IS your land? It belongs to you, personally, all of it, free and clear?”
“Why—yes; it does.” I could not see what business of his my ownership of that land might be.
“All right. I asked that because, if it wasn't yours, if it was tied up or mortgaged in any way, it might complicate matters. But it isn't.”
“No.”
“Good! Then we can get down to brass tacks and save time. I want a piece of that land.”
I looked at him.