“That is one way of looking at it. Let me point out another. You have five lots, have you not?”
“Yes, sir.”
“If you sell three to the hotel company you can hold the other two five years if you like. The proximity of the hotel will help to enhance their value.”
“I see that.”
“That is a point to be considered. If you ask a prohibitory price, the hotel will go elsewhere, and you may have to wait a good while before you have a chance to sell. But here is Mr. Taylor’s office.”
The broker entered, followed by Chester. Here a surprise awaited him.
Sitting in an armchair was his venerable friend of the train, appearing very much at home. His face lighted up when Chester came in.
“William,” he said to a stout man of middle age, “this is the young man who generously advanced money to meet my car fare when I was in danger of being put off the train.”
The younger man advanced and cordially offered his hand.
“My boy,” he said, “I shall not soon forget your kindness to my father. I will gladly repay you for the money you disbursed on his account.”