"I don't understand.

You would have bought the property, that is all." "My dear Quib," returned my partner, "you seem singularly dull this evening for one of your brilliant parts.

The point is that the property really isn't worth anything.

I am in cahoots with the man who sells it; and we divide even!" "Yes," I answered; "a dozen similar schemes could be worked like that." "A dozen!" cried Gottlieb, bounding enthusiastically out of his chair and commencing to stalk up and down the room.

"A hundred! Why, there are endless ways in which it can be worked--and I know the man to work them too!" "Eh!" I exclaimed.
"I mean, who will undoubtedly avail himself of some of them," he corrected himself.