“Oh, some of the shorts getting ready to fill contracts,” he replied in his dry, uninterested tones.
“I heard that Decker was in the market for the stock,” I said.
The blue-black eyes gave a flash of genuine surprise.
“Decker!” he exclaimed. Then his eyes fell, and he paused a moment before replying in his high inflexible voice. “He might be.”
“Is he after Omega, or is he just bracing up the market?”
“Excuse me,” said Eppner with the cold reflection of an apologetic tone, “but we never advise customers. Are you walking over to the Exchange?”
In the Exchange all was excitement, and the first call brought a roar of struggling brokers. I could make nothing of the clamor, but my nearest neighbor shouted in my ear:
“A strong market!”
“It looks that way,” I shouted back. It certainly was strong in noise.
I made out at last that prices were being held to the figures of the morning's session, and in some cases were forced above them.