Rivers's feelings like that. Let him have the
collection for half what it's worth, but never, never let him think we
know what a God-damned crook he is!"
Dunmore evidently didn't think that worth dignifying with an answer.
Doubtless he expected Nelda to launch a counter-offensive, as a matter of
principle. If he did, he was disappointed.
"Well?" Nelda demanded. "What did you want us to do; give the collection
away?"
"You don't understand," Dunmore told her. "You've probably heard somebody
say what the collection's worth, and you never stopped to realize that
it's only worth that to a dealer, who can sell it item by item. You can't
expect ..."
"We can expect a lot more than ten thousand dollars," Nelda retorted. "In
fact, we can expect more than that from Rivers. Colonel Rand was talking
to Rivers, this afternoon. Colonel Rand doesn't have any confidence in
Rivers at all, and he doesn't care who knows it."
"You were talking to Arnold Rivers, this afternoon, about the
collection?" Dunmore demanded of Rand.
"That's right," Rand confirmed. "I told him his ten thousand dollar offer
was a joke. Stephen Gresham and his friends can top that out of one
pocket. Finally, he got around to admitting that he's willing to pay up
to twenty-five thousand.
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