[Pg 68] [Pg 68] The young man laughed. “Do I carry my profession about with me to that extent? Yes, I’m a lawyer. Mark Wiseman, my name is.” “Not too many clients yet, eh?” Jacob asked kindly. The aspirant to legal fame made a grimace. “Too near London.” Jacob looked down the ridge. “Fine building property this seems,” he observed. The other assented. “It’s for sale, I believe.” “I happen to know that it’s for sale,” Jacob continued, “and at a very low price, too. What’s the drawback? The soil looks all right.” “The soil’s good,” the young man acquiesced. “Everything’s good, I believe. The great drawback is that it’s just over three miles from Cropstone, where the lighting and water would have to come from.” “And what about that?” “They won’t supply it, that’s all.” Jacob pointed to where an ornamental chimney, a power shed and a gleam of water appeared on the other side of a small wood. “Isn’t there a private company there?” he asked. “Practically defunct. They used to supply Cropstone, but the Urban Council there are running a show of their own.” “Water good?” Jacob enquired. [Pg 69]
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