Granthope did not answer, and the frown on his forehead persisted. Vixley took out a cigar and lighted it, threw his match on to the desk, looked about again, and grinned. "Then you _have_ got cold feet, eh?" he remarked, crossing his legs. Granthope looked the Professor squarely in the eye for a moment. Then he said deliberately: "Vixley, what will you take to leave town?" Vixley showed his astonishment in the stare with which he replied. His lip drew away from his yellow fangs, and a keen light came into his black eyes. "Oho! That’s the game, is it? Somethin’ doin’, after all, eh? Well, well!" He mouthed his cigar meditatively and twirled his thumbs in his lap. "Come, name your price," said Granthope sharply. "I’d like a few details first." "What’s the figure?" Vixley was in no hurry, and enjoyed his advantage. "I thought you was up to something, Frank. Gert’s pretty sharp, but Lord, she’s only a woman. You fooled _her_ a bunch. She really thought you’d got a change of heart. So you want to cut up the money all by your lonely, eh? Well, now, what’ll you give to have me pull out of it?" "I’ll give you five hundred dollars," said Granthope. "Nothin’ doin’," said Vixley decidedly. "Why, it’s worth more than that to me just as it stands, and I ain’t but just begun. If you can’t do better than that, why, it’s no use talkin’." "I asked you what you wanted. Let’s have it, and I’ll talk business." "Payson’s pretty well fixed," said Vixley. "I s’pose if you marry the girl you’ll get a good wad of his money." "Never mind the girl. I want to buy you out." "Well, I’d have to think it over. You know we got a great scheme, and if it works it’ll mean a steady income. But I don’t mind turnin’ over money quick. You make it a thousand dollars and I’ll agree to leave you alone, and pull off Gert into the bargain. You’ll have to fix Masterson yourself. I don’t trust him." Granthope began to walk the room again, thinking. He returned finally, to say: "It won’t do merely for you to agree to keep out of it. I know you too well. This is a business agreement. If I give you a thousand, will you leave town? That’s my offer." Vixley reflected. "That ain’t so much. I dunno as I could afford to spoil my whole business for that." "Pshaw. You don’t make that in a year!" "Not last year, perhaps, but I expect to this." "Then you refuse?" "Wait a minute. Have you got the money on hand?" "No, I haven’t." Granthope’s face clouded. "But I have an idea I might raise it. I could pay you in instalments. But you’d have to be outside of California to get it. That’s understood." Vixley rose. "Well, when you’ve got the money you can begin to talk. If you can raise it, as you say, I may agree. After all, I could use a thou’ just at present, and I s’pose I could operate in Chicago till you let me come back. Say I accept."