“Books?” she said, in answer to his question. “Oh, dear, no, we have all the books we want. Why, there is a box of books in the garret which we wish to sell.”
“What kind of books?” questioned the young agent, for he had heard that some old volumes were rare and valuable.
“Oh, all kinds. Do you buy?”
“I might—or I might make a list of what you have, and get you a price on them.”
“Well, you can look at them,” said the lady.
The garret was dark and dusty, but taking off his coat and collar, Frank went to work and sorted out the books, about a hundred in number. Many, he could readily see, were of small value, but others looked as if they might be worth considerable money. He made a list of the latter in a blank book he carried.
“What will you take for the lot?” he asked.
“Five dollars,” was the reply.
“Will you hold them for one week for me?”
“Yes.”