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THE FOUR PHILANTHROPISTS

"Yes; at thirty shillings apieoe," I said drily.

"No, no," he protested.

"Well, it's eighteenpence."

He coughed and eyed me carefully. "What's the market price?" he said softly.

"Eighteenpence."

"Well, don't you think three shillings"——

"No, I don't think in shillings to-day; I think in sixpences. It's eighteenpence or nothing," I said cheerfully, and I rose.

"Very well, very well, sit down," he said hastily.

"I've my friend's check for two hundred and twenty-five in my pocket. Let's get the thing over."

"You're so impatient," he said, almost fretfully. "A block of three thousand shares in a company like the Quorley Granite Company, a sound property, is not a thing to dispose of——"

"Look here," I said firmly. "I'm not an idle man, and I can't afford to waste my time. I want to go and play bridge. Hurry up."

In ten minutes I had the transfer in my pocket, and he had my own check for £225. He looked at the Roger Brand of the signature, and then he looked at me. But he said nothing about the identity of the Christian names.

When I said good-by he said, with real earnestness, "Good-by, Mr. Armitage, and if you'll ex-