“It was a good plan and worked well. Let me see your memoranda of purchases.”
I gave him my slips.
He looked over them with growing perplexity in his face.
“Here's twelve thousand five hundred shares of Omega.”
“Yes.”
“You paid too much for that first lot.” He was still poring over the list.
“It's easier to see that now than then,” I suggested dryly.
“Humph! yes. But there's something wrong here.” He was comparing my list with another in his hand.
“There!” I thought; “my confounded ignorance has made a mess of it.” But I spoke with all the confidence I could assume: “What's the matter, now?”
“Eleven thousand and twelve thousand five hundred make twenty-three thousand five hundred; and here are sales of Omega this morning of thirty-three thousand eight hundred and thirty.” He seemed to be talking more to himself than to me, and to be far from pleased.