I know my rights." "Very well, then," replied Cowperwood, "that's all I can say.

If you won't sell, you won't sell.

Perhaps you'll change your mind later." Mr.Purdy went out, and Cowperwood called in his lawyers and his engineers.

One Saturday afternoon, a week or two later, when the building in question had been vacated for the day, a company of three hundred laborers, with wagons, picks, shovels, and dynamite sticks, arrived.

By sundown of the next day (which, being Sunday, was a legal holiday, with no courts open or sitting to issue injunctions) this comely structure, the private property of Mr.Redmond Purdy, was completely razed and a large excavation substituted in its stead.