“Yes, he did buy one,” said Mafferty.
“Hey?”
“He bought one—or, rather, he sent his man for one—a white Angora with blue eyes.”
“An’ how much would ye get fer such a beast?”
“Twenty dollars.”
“Twenty dollars!” echoed the caretaker, in disgust, “an’ I drowns ’em by the bagful.”
“You don’t drown Angoras.”
“Who said I did? I drowns common cats, gray cats, tabby cats, yellow cats, an’ all kinds of cats.”
“How much do you get for it?”
“Ten cents apiece.”