"I will not keep you in suspense, Mr. Jenkins. I have reconsidered the matter, and decided not to sell."
The agent stared at the speaker in surprise.
"You have decided not to sell?" he echoed, slowly. "What do you mean—wasn't the deal practically closed in Kingswood?"
"Things have developed since then which caused me to change my mind," said Mr. Somers, his keen gray eyes fixed full on the other's face.
"I must confess that I do not understand you, Mr. Somers," said Jenkins, with a very weak smile.
"Could you spare the time to visit the land with me?"
Mr. Jenkins moved uneasily in his chair.
"Just at present I am too busy," he stammered; "but, Mr. Somers, you were out there last year, and know all about it. The offer is a good one—I advise you to accept it."
"I commissioned my son and several friends of his to go out and see this land," said Mr. Somers, slowly, "and no sooner did his destination become known than a plot was formed to prevent him from reaching it."
Mr. Jenkins straightened up. His thin hands trembled.