"No."
"Well, they did, at least some of them, Mrs. Dibbott for one."
"Then you can put Mrs. Dibbott right."
"Will what has happened at the works make much difference here?"
"Probably a good deal. I'm looking for trouble."
"Up at Ironville?" she said anxiously.
"But I'm good for it." He stretched his great arms, feeling strangely free and fit for his duty.
"What about Mr. Clark?"
At this Manson grew suddenly thoughtful. Caught up in his own anxiety, he had never considered Clark. The figure of the latter began to take on strange proportions. What, he wondered, had Clark lost? Within twenty hours of the time he maintained his unaltered belief, the bottom had dropped out. Or, he queried, had Clark merely said this to prevent him from throwing his stock on the market? He pondered over this, and decided that five thousand shares were negligible amongst millions. Then he felt his wife's inquiring glance.
"I'm sorry for Clark, but I guess he's wise enough to take care of himself."