Russell had to acknowledge that it was. “But why does Throgmorton want to buy you out?” he asked perplexedly.
Stick shrugged. Evidently that didn’t interest him. “He says the thing’s all right. I let him think so.”
“But how did he learn that you wanted to sell?”
“I guess he heard it somewhere,” answered the other evasively. “Maybe he didn’t know it. He didn’t say so. He just came to me and asked.”
Russell frowned. “Throgmorton,” he mused. “I don’t believe I know him. Did he say he knew me, Stick?”
“No, I don’t believe so. He’s all right, though. He’s a senior, Rus; a big, dark-looking fellow. You’ll know him when you see him. I guess he would make a good partner. He talks like he knew a good deal about business.”
“He understands, I suppose, that he isn’t buying an equal interest?”
“Oh, sure! He said you and he would get on all right. Said he had this money and wanted to make a little more, and thought this was a good way.” Stick laughed. “I let him keep right on thinking so.”
Russell shook his head. “I don’t understand it,” he murmured. “Fellows don’t usually have a hundred and fifty dollars lying around loose like that.”