“So you are Roger Brown.” The man was seated in the “thinking den” opposite Roger, who stood by the window and admired the sumptuous limousine with its chauffeur, waiting outside.
“Yes, sir. How do you know my name, and what do you want to see me about?”
“I know your name—no matter how. As for what I came about, I want to dicker with you direct, instead of with anybody else.”
“Dicker?”
“For the Eye of—er—Aum or Ohm.”
“Why do you think you can dicker with me, Mister——”
The man did not reveal his name.
“You have the thing.”
“Who says I have?”
“I know you have it, Roger. The point is,” he glanced at his watch, “and I must hurry—the point is, you got it. Somebody else offers to get it from you and sell it to me but I think I may get a better price from you, direct.”