14/23 So my answer is, not a cent!" Barker's face had changed; his color had come back, but with an older expression. Presently, however, his beaming smile returned, with the additional suggestion of an affectionate toleration which puzzled Stacy. But it's too late now, and I've given my word." "Your WORD!" said Stacy. "Have you no written agreement ?" "No. My word was accepted." He blushed slightly as if conscious of a great weakness. |