He found that the books he had bought had been delivered, and placed in a corner of the bedroom he occupied.
“Buying, as well as selling, eh?” said the hotel keeper.
“I buy sometimes,” answered our hero, cautiously.
“If you want any more old books, I’ve got a lot in the back office you can have cheap.”
“Let me look at them to-morrow,” answered Frank. “I’m too tired to do it to-night.”
In the morning the hotel man took him into the office, and pointed to a row of volumes on a top shelf. All were covered with dust and cobwebs.
“Before I look at them I want to know what you want for them,” said Frank.
“Make an offer.”
“No; I prefer to have you set your own price.”
“Then make it ten dollars.”