"Wait just a minute. Say, Jim, I'm going to tell you something. Don't
you speak of it till it gets out."

"Fire away. I'm in a hurry."

"She wants to buy this old Bolton place here."

Jim whistled.

"You know the assignees of the Bolton estate had to take the house,
and it's been running down all these years, and a lot of money has
got to be spent on it or it'll tumble down. Now, this young woman has
offered to pay a good round sum for it, and take it just as it is.
S'pose it's all right?"

"How in creation should I know? If I held it, and wanted to sell it,
I'd know darn well whether it was all right or not. I wouldn't go
around asking other folks."

"But you see it don't seem natural. Folks don't do things like that.
She's offering to pay more than the place is worth. She'll have to
spend thousands on it to make it fit to live in. She says she'll pay
cash, too."

"Well, I suppose you'll know cash when you see it. I've got to go."

"But cash! Lord A'mighty! We dunno what to do."

"I suppose you know whether you want to sell or not."