“Thirty-one hundred,” he said reflectively. “Those sales were all right. Well, I was afraid you couldn't get above three thousand. I didn't get more than two thousand in the other Boards and on the Street.”
“That was the best I could do,” I said modestly. “They average at sixty-five. Omega got away from us this afternoon like a runaway horse.”
“Yes, yes,” said the King of the Street, studying his papers with drawn brows. “That's all right. I'll have to wait a bit before going further.” I bowed as became one who had no idea of the plans ahead.
“And now,” said Doddridge Knapp, turning on me a keen and lowering gaze, “I'd like to know what call you have to be spying on me?”
I opened my eyes wide in wonder.
“Spying? I don't understand.”
“No?” said he, with something between a growl and a snarl. “Well, maybe you don't understand that, either!” And he tossed me a bit of paper.
I felt sure that I did not. My ignorance grew into amazement as I read. The slip bore the words:
“I have bought Crown Diamond. What's the limit?
Wilton.”
“I certainly don't understand,” I said. “What does it mean?”