“What do you mean by that?”
“That strip takes in the Shore Lane, Mr. Colton.”
“I know it.”
“And, if you buy, I presume the Lane will be closed.”
He looked at me, surprised, and, I thought, a little annoyed.
“Well?” he said; “suppose it is?”
“But it will be, won't it?”
“You bet your life it will! What of it?”
“Then I don't know that I care to sell.”
He leaned back in his chair.