"Mail them to me to-night when you go home. Better still, bring them in."
Jarvis drew out an envelope that he pushed across the table to Strong.
"Look them over now," he said.
Strong lifted his brows slightly, but took the proffered pages and began to read. While his host was so busied, Jarvis smoked a good cigar, the first in months, and enjoyed it. He didn't care whether Strong liked them or not. Strong looked up suddenly.
"I'll take these, Jocelyn. What do you want for them?"
"Oh, I don't know. What are they worth to you?"
"I'll pay two hundred dollars for them. Is that satisfactory?"
"Perfectly."
"I'll mail you a check in the morning. I should say you have been learning things, Jocelyn. That is good stuff."
"I told you I was getting a new point of view."