“You understand now,” he said at the end of his orders, “that you are to sell all the Crown Diamond that the market will take, and buy all the Omega that you can get below one hundred.”
“I understand.”
“We'll feed Decker about as big a dose as he can swallow, I reckon,” said the King of the Street grimly.
“One thing,” I said, “I'd like to know if I'm the only one operating for you.”
The King of the Street drew his bushy brows down over his eyes and scowled at me a moment.
“You're the only one in the big Board,” he said at last. “There are men in the other Boards, you understand.”
I thought I understood, and sallied forth for the battle. At Doddridge Knapp's suggestion I arranged to do my business through three brokers, and added Lattimer and Hobart to Wallbridge, and Bockstein and Eppner.
Bockstein greeted me affably:
“Velgome to de marget vonce more, Mr.—, Mr.—”
“Wilton,” said Eppner, assisting his partner in his high, dry voice, with cold civility. His blue-black eyes regarded me as but a necessary part of the machinery of commerce.