“Oh! Because you and I are old friends, Stephen. I’m sure you’ll treat her better than any one else.”
Ringsmith moved uneasily.
“Why don’t you tell her to go to some one else first? I like people to fix their price before they come to me, then I can take it or leave it. They’ve got such fantastic ideas about the value of things.”
“Oh, very well, if you prefer. I thought you’d be pleased I came to you, but of course—”
Peter made a slight waving motion with his hand, dismissing the subject, and began talking of other things.
A quarter of an hour later he rose to go. He said good-bye, and was just leaving the room when Ringsmith called him back.
“About those pictures—I should like to oblige you, Peter.”
“Yes?”
“Where can they be seen?”
Peter Knott took a half-sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it to Ringsmith without comment. Ringsmith glanced at it and threw it on the table.