Plume advanced slowly into the room and looked at a chair.
"Don't sit down. How much do you want for it?" repeated Keith.
"Well, you are a rich man now, and--"
"I thought so." Keith rose. "However rich I am, I will not pay you a cent." He motioned Plume to the door.
"Oh, well, if that's the way you take it!" Plume drew himself up and stalked to the door. Keith reseated himself and again took up his pen.
At the door Plume turned and saw that Keith had put him out of his mind and was at work again.
"Yes, Keith, if you knew what information I have--"
Keith sat up suddenly.
"Go out of here!"
"If you'd only listen--"