CHAPTER V
The Chart
"And sixpence."
A voice like the bellowing of a bull burst from the corner of the room, while its owner began to force his way vigorously through the crowd towards the rostrum.
"Six shillings."
The peg gave a decided jerk, but still remained in the wax.
"Six shillings and sixpence."
"Seven shillings."
Ping! The metal pin tinkled on the table, the hammer descended, and the picture was ours.