“Now, Mr. Durwood, if this man shows up here to-morrow, or any time soon, and he asks you who bought the property, just give him my card, will you?”
“Certainly,” answered the Sodom resident.
Dick then left him and went over to the estate to attend to such business as awaited him there.
Next afternoon a very much excited individual called at Mr. Nesbitt’s offices and inquired for Richard Armstrong.
It was the short, stout man who had done most of the talking at the restaurant.
Dick was out, and the man waited till he returned.
He was vastly surprised to find that the Armstrong he wanted was a boy.
“Did you purchase an option on Mr. Durwood’s property at Sodom yesterday?” he inquired, in a nervous tone.
“Yes, sir; I did.”
“For whom, may I ask?”