“How's that? I don't understand.” I was all in the dark over his musings.
“I picked up eleven thousand shares in the other Boards this morning, and twelve thousand five hundred through you, but somebody has taken in the other ten thousand.” The King of the Street seemed puzzled and, I thought, a little worried.
“Well, you got over twenty-three thousand shares,” I suggested consolingly. “That's a pretty good morning's work.”
The King of the Street gave me a contemptuous glance.
“Don't be a fool, Wilton. I sold ten thousand of those shares to myself.”
A new light broke upon me. I was getting lessons of one of the many ways in which the market was manipulated.
“Then you think that somebody else—”
The King of the Street broke in with a grim smile.
“Never mind what I think. I've got the contract for doing the thinking for this job, and I reckon I can 'tend to it.”
The great speculator was silent for a few moments.