"Not at all, sir. I wish to satisfy myself that the property is worth more,"—and he commenced fumbling over the contents of the drawer.
"Take your hands out of that drawer, or I will blow your brains out!" said Jaspar, fiercely, as he seized a pistol from the table.
"Very well," replied the attorney, closing the drawer; "you shall have it as you will. I shall bid you a good-day,"—and he prepared to depart.
"Stay!" said Jaspar, replacing the pistol; "perhaps I can satisfy you, though I cannot see what bearing it has upon the subject."
"A very decided bearing, I should say," replied the attorney, not at all disconcerted by what had happened.
"Perhaps if I had said a million, it were nearer the truth."
"Not a bit. You are still half a million out of the way, at least. Is it not a million and a half?"
"It may be," said Jaspar, hesitating.
"Perhaps two millions."
"No," said Jaspar, decidedly.