There was no doubt of it; the skin was perfect.

He thrilled at the idea of returning with such a prize to his partner.

He made a rapid calculation.
"Five hundred and fifty cash," he said.

"Seven hundred fifty in trade." A spark showed in Alexander's eyes.
"It is yours," he said.
"How can we make a trade ?" asked Ambrose, perplexed.

"John Gaviller would never honor any order of mine.