Grateful Friend.
Whatever the city editors may have intended to do in the matter is of no consequence, because at seven o'clock messages were received as follows:
Kidnapping of W. H. G. postponed. Will keep you posted.
Grateful Friend.
V
At nine-forty-five on Wednesday morning Mr. James B. Robison entered the office of Richards & Tuttle, sought the senior partner, and said:
“I shall both buy and sell Con. Steel—or possibly sell first and buy later. The order clerk knows about my printed slips. The orders will go to you first. If at any time you are worried about margin, remember to tell me at once, because, as you know, I have not yet used half of my letter of credit; and, besides, the cables are working. I'd like to see Amos Kidder.”
“He's in his office.”
“Would you mind having some one telephone to him? Thank you.”
Mr. Robison promptly left the office, followed by his faithful attendant Sweeney, the office-boy. They took their stand just north of the Broad Street entrance of the Stock Exchange.