"Ain't you beat me out at Lansing?"
Newmark smiled coldly under his clipped moustache.
"I'm offering you the chance of making anywhere from thirty to fifty
thousand dollars."
"Perhaps. And suppose this liddle scheme don't work out?"
"And," pursued Newmark calmly, "I'll carry you over in your present
obligations." He suddenly hit the arm of his chair with his
clenched fist. "Heinzman, if you don't make those July payments,
what's to become of you? Where's your timber and your mills and
your new house--and that pretty daughter of yours?"
Heinzman winced visibly.
"I vill get an extension of time," said he feebly.
"Will you?" countered Newmark.
The two men looked each other in the eye for a moment.
"Vell, maybe," laughed Heinzman uneasily. "It looks to me like a
winner."
"All right, then," said Newmark briskly. "I'll make out a mortgage
at ten per cent for you, and you'll lend the money on it. At the
proper time, if things happen that way, you will foreclose. That's
all you have to do with it. Then, when the timber land comes to you
under the foreclose, you will reconvey an undivided nine-tenths'
interest--for proper consideration, of course, and without recording
the deed.
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