“Six dollars,” replied the man.
“Six devils!” exclaimed Pinky, in a loud, angry voice.
“Six devils! you old swindler!” chimed in Miss Peter.
“You can take them away. Just as you like,” returned the man, with cool indifference. “Perhaps the police will give you more. It's the best I can do.”
“But see here, Jerkin,” said Pinky: “that sacque is worth twice the money.”
“Not to me. I haven't a store up town. I can't offer it for sale in the open market. Don't you understand?”
“Say ten dollars.”
“Six.”
“Here's a breast-pin and a pair of ear-rings,” said Miss Peter; “we'll throw them in;” and she handed Jerkin, as he was called, the bits of jewelry she had taken from the person of Flora Bond. He looked at them almost contemptuously as he replied,
“Wouldn't give you a dollar for the set.”