The President slightly elevated his eyebrows.
"Stock in The Golden Touch? How much have you got?"
"About a thousand shares."
"Nonsense!" remarked the Colonel.
"No, it isn't," replied McAllister. "I have, really. What'll you pay for it?"
"Five dollars a share."
"No, no," said McAllister, edging nervously toward the door. "I think it's worth more than that."
"Come back here," muttered the other, getting up from his chair and scowling. "What do you know about the value of The Golden Touch, I should like to know?"
"Perhaps I know more than you think," answered McAllister, with an inane imitation of airy nonchalance.
"See here," said the Colonel excitedly, "is this on the level? Can you deliver a thousand?"