Faust and What Followed

On the Saturday morning, on reaching their office, the joint managers found a letter from O. G. worded in these terms:

My Dear Managers:

So it is to be war between us?

If you still care for peace, here is my ultimatum. It consists of the four following conditions:

If you refuse, you will give Faust tonight in a house with a curse upon it.

Take my advice and be warned in time.

“Look here, I’m getting sick of him, sick of him!” shouted Richard, bringing his fists down on his office-table.

Just then, Mercier, the acting-manager, entered.

“Lachenel would like to see one of you gentlemen,” he said. “He says that his