"To sue me will do no good," he said lamely.
"Yes, it will," said the book agent. "You have money and will have to pay up."
"Or else your rich uncle will pay for you," said Nelson, never dreaming of how the shot would tell. Bulson grew very pale.
"I—I will take the books and pay for them," he stammered. "Not because I think I ought to take them, mind you," he added, "but because I wish no trouble in public. Where are the books?"
"Here." And George Van Pelt brought two volumes from his satchel.
"How much?"
"Just what I told you before, Mr. Bulson—five dollars."
"It's a very high price for such small books."
"They are imported from France, remember, and besides, books on poisons——"