Chapter 44

“Yep. In the fall.” I could have crowed. He could have the Lowland in October and pay what he pleased. “Well, I know a fellow,” said I, “who’s got a Lowland for sale, the spit of this. I’ll drop him a line if you like, and he’ll save her up. Scarlett, his name is, of Hay Street, in London Town.” Agatha and Brenda were staring, as if I was out of my mind. I smiled back confidently. Then Agatha stepped to the window and dashed my dream. “But you want one now, don’t you?” The stranger bowed. “Madam,” said he, “I want …