“Oh, I forgot that I hadn't seen you,” he continued. “And like enough I shouldn't have told you if I had. The truth is, I found a block of four thousand shares on Saturday night, and made a combination with them.”
“Then the mine is yours?”
“The directors will be.”
“But you were buying shares this morning.”
“A mere optical illusion, Wilton. I was in fact a seller, for I had shares to spare.”
“It was a very good imitation.”
“I don't wonder you were taken in, my boy. Decker was fooled to the tune of about a million dollars this morning. I thought it was rather neat for a clean-up.”
I thought so, too, and the King of the Street smiled at my exclamations over his cleverness. But my congratulations were cut short as a small dark man pressed his way to the corner where we stood, and whispered in Doddridge Knapp's ear.
“Was he sure?” asked the King of the Street.
“Those were his exact words.”