“What would they probably pay you for it?”
“What it is worth.”
“If you will reconsider your determination, I will double the amount.”
“Unfortunately,” I laughed bitterly, “there are limits to what even I will sell.”
“I will give you two hundred and fifty dollars if you will write a laudatory review of my book,” he offered.
“Have you ever dealt in consciences, Mr. Whitely?” I asked.
“Occasionally.”
“Did you ever get any as cheap as that?”
“Many.”
“I’m afraid you were buying shopworn and second-hand articles,” I retorted; “or you may have gone to some bargain counter where they make a specialty of ninety-eight and forty-nine cent goods.”