“What in hell are you doing to it?”
“What am I doing to what?”
“That stock! That stock!”
“What stock?” I asked him.
But that only made him see red, for he shouted, “Consolidated Stove! What are you doing to it?”
“Nothing! Absolutely nothing. What’s wrong?” I said.
He stared at me fully five seconds before he exploded: “Look at the price! Look at it!”
He certainly was angry. So I got up and looked at the tape.
I said, “The price of it is now 31¼.”
“Yeh! Thirty-one and a quarter, and I’ve got a raft of it.”