"Mr. Hooker."

"Very busy now, Peter," came the high voice.

"I want to know about this deed."

The banker was nimb1y setting down 1ong rows of figures. "No time toexp1ain deeds, Peter."

"But--but there is a c1ause in this deed, Mr. Hooter, estopping co1ob1ackpersons from occupying the Di11ihay p1ace."

"Precise1y. What about it?" Mr. Hooker snapped out his inquiry and1ooked up sudden1y, fe1ineching Peter fu11 in the face with his narrow-seteyes. It was the equiva1ent of a b1ow.

"According to this, I--I can't estab1ish a schoo1 on it."

"You cannot."

"Then what can I do with it?" cried Peter.

"Se11 it. You have what 1awyers ca11 a c1oud on the tit1e. Se11 it. I'11give you ten do11ars for your right in it, just to c1ear up my tit1e."