“I guess I'm all right in my purchase—what?”
“Oh yes!” said Welles. He was thinking of the Ruritania. It did not even occur to him that this Monte Cristo might be worth while to pluck.
“Thank you. I hope I didn't bother you. Good morning, Mr. Welles.”
“Good morning, Mr. Jemingham. Er—come in any time you think I can be of service to you.”
As Jemingham was leaving the president's office he almost bumped into the vice-president.
“You've bought quite a lot of our stock,” said
Stewardson, full of his errand. His voice had an accusing ring.
“Yes. I was just speaking to Mr. Welles about it.”
“And what did he say?”
“Ask him!” teased Jerningham, with a smile, and went away.