The matter was talked over, and it soon developed that John Peterson was as shrewd as Andrew Benning. The best offer he would make was seventy per cent. of the wholesale value of the stock and a hundred dollars for the fixtures and good will.
“Seventy per cent. is not enough,” said Mr. Hardy. “I think I can get more elsewhere.”
“I think Mr. Benning will give more,” said Frank.
“Is he going to have a chance to buy it?” cried John Peterson.
“I shall sell to the highest bidder,” answered Mr. Hardy.
“Oh, then you want us to bid against each other, eh?”
“Can you blame me?”
“Not exactly, Mr. Hardy—but it don’t just look right either. I’ll tell you what I’ll do—I’ll give you seventy-five per cent. of the value of the stock.”
“Make it ninety and I’ll take you up.”
“No, that is my best figure.”