“Did you sell him?” asked the matter-of-fact Phil.
“Did I? Sure I did! I’ve sold old Eddie Farleigh’s sixty acres for thirty thousand dollars cash––one of the best orchards in the Valley. The old fellow is coming in to-morrow morning to close the deal.”
“But can you deliver the goods? We really haven’t the listing of it. It is one of Peter Brixton’s.”
“We’ll make a bold try at it. Thirty thousand dollars is Peter’s listed price, and old Eddie got the property years ago for a song. I happen to know he is extremely anxious to clean up and go to his daughter at the Coast.
“Five per cent of thirty thousand dollars is fifteen hundred 336 dollars. Peter is a good-natured sort. He isn’t going to turn down half or even a third of that commission.”
Jim took up the telephone and got into communication with Peter Brixton then and there.
“Hullo! 276? This is the Langford-Ralston Company. That you, Peter?”
“Yes!”
“Have just been commissioned by eastern capital to purchase a sixty acre ranch. Got anything in sight?”
“Yes!––there’s the Metford Place on the B.X.”