The lawyer he found tipped back in his revolving chair, reading a
printed brief.
"Frank," began Orde immediately, "I came to see you about that
California timber matter."
Taylor laid down the brief and removed his eye-glasses, with which
he began immediately to tap the fingers of his left hand.
"Sit down, Jack," said he. "I'm glad you came in. I was going to
try to see you some time to-day. I've been thinking the matter over
very carefully since the other day, and I've come to the conclusion
that it is too steep for me. I don't doubt the investment a bit,
but the returns are too far off. Fifteen thousand means a lot more
to me than it does to you, and I've got to think of the immediate
future. I hope you weren't counting on me--"
"Oh, that's all right," broke in Orde. "As I told you, I can swing
the thing myself, and only mentioned it to you on the off chance you
might want to invest. Now, what I want is this--" he proceeded to
outline carefully the agreement between himself and Newmark while
the lawyer took notes and occasionally interjected a question.
"All right," said the latter, when the details had been mastered.
"I'll draw the necessary notes and papers."
"Now," went on Orde, producing the bundle of papers from his pocket,
"here's the abstract of title.
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