His reply was prompt and to the point.He gave me his card.He was, it seemed, junior partner in the firm of Barclay and Keene, real estate brokers and promoters, Milk Street, Boston.And, just now, he was acting as representative of the Bay Shore Development Company."A concern of which, in spite of all our precautions and attempts at secrecy, you may, perhaps, have heard, Mr.Paine," he added, smiling.
I admitted that I had heard rumors concerning the company's existence.But, except for these very vague rumors, I knew nothing about it.
He expected that, he said, and was glad to give me further and complete information.In fact, that was his reason for coming so many miles to see me.If I would be good enough to listen he would tell me just what the Bay Shore Company was and what it contemplated doing.
I listened and he talked.According to him the Bay Shore syndicate--that is what it was, a syndicate of capitalists--represented one of the biggest real estate propositions ever conceived.Those behind it were awake to the possibilities of the Cape as a summer resort.Shore land, water front property in the vicinity, was destined to increase in value, provided it was properly exploited and developed.The company's idea was to do just that--exploit and develop.
"We've been quietly looking about," he continued, "and are all ready for the preliminaries.And naturally, the first preliminary is to secure the land to develop.You have some of that land, Mr.
Paine.We know just how much, as we do the holdings of every other party we have approached or intend to approach.I am here to get your figures and, if possible, conclude the purchase of your property this afternoon.It is Sunday, of course," he added, with a good-humored laugh, "and contracts signed to-day are not legal;but we can make a verbal contract and the papers may be signed later.I will defer my departure until the afternoon train to-morrow for that purpose.Now name your figure, Mr.Paine."Of course I had guessed what was coming.If I intended to sell at all here was my opportunity to do so--to, as Captain Jed expressed it, "block Colton's game" without sacrificing the principle for which I had fought, and make a good bit of money for myself.
Another home near by could be secured, I had no doubt, and to it Mother might be safely and easily moved.Yet I hesitated to express even a qualified willingness.
"You appear to be certain that I will sell," I observed."Isn't that taking a good deal for granted, Mr.Keene?"He smiled--in fact he smiled almost too often to please me.There is such a thing as being too cordial and good-natured; and he was so very friendly on short acquaintance.
"I understand," he said."I have heard about you, Mr.Paine.
