“Selling what?” he yelled at me. If he was a bull how could I be a bear? Something was wrong.
“A thousand UP.,” I said.
“Why?” he asked me in great excitement.
I shook my head, meaning I had no reason. But he must have thought I’d got a tip, because he took me by the arm and led me outside into the hall, where we could be out of sight and hearing of the other customers and rubbering chairwarmers.
“What did you hear?” he asked me.
He was quite excited. UP. was one of his pets and he was bullish on it because of its earnings and its prospects. But he was willing to take a bear tip on it at second hand.
“Nothing!” I said.
“You didn’t?” He was skeptical and showed it plainly.
“I didn’t hear a thing.”
“Then why in blazes are you selling?”