"Why, say Ben—look here—you don't mean—"
"I don't mean anything, Kemp. Not yet. And perhaps I oughtn't to have said anything. Of course old Beck and Diblee've got to be considered. But I think I could swing it—if I pushed hard enough. The business is getting to be enormous, I'm telling you. Four million kids in service, every one of 'em with a watch on his wrist, y'understand, from doughboy to general; and millions and millions more to come. Why, say, before we're through with this thing——"
He gave Henry a tip on war stocks.
"No thanks," Henry said. "I can't afford to take any chances just now."
"But this isn't a chance, you chump. Where's your nerve! Can't you trust a fellow that's giving it to you straight!"
Henry was tempted, but privately decided against it. It wasn't fair to Belle and Charley to take the chance, he thought. A week later Ben telephoned him.
"Sell out on that stuff Henry—you know—that I told you about."
"I didn't buy."
"Didn't——!"
"No."