Less than a week after this Tucker telegraphed to know if Murray had changed his mind about disposing of any stock.
“No,” was the reply sent back.
“All right,” Tucker answered. “I just wanted to give Mrs. Tucker another slice of your company. She has a little of it already.”
Investigation showed that the broker had succeeded in picking up a few shares, but hardly enough to exert any considerable influence. Still, it was disquieting to find the Tuckers so persistent.
“I’ll bet,” said Murray, “that mental worry has put me where you wouldn’t pass me for a risk.”
“If your wife,” returned the doctor, “is anything like Mrs. Tucker I’d pass you for any kind of risk rather than incur her displeasure. They’ll begin to take a stock-holder’s interest in the affairs of this particular office pretty soon.”
“The affairs are in good shape,” declared Murray.
“But a real determined stock-holder can stir up a devil of a rumpus over nothing,” asserted the doctor. “If she should send all those physicians’ reports to headquarters, they would rather offset my report on which he was turned down, and the company would feel that it had lost a good thing. The company will not stop to think that my report may have been justified by conditions at the time.”
“And the risk that I thought too big for him then may not seem too big for him now,” commented Murray ruefully.
“I’d like to examine him again,” said the doctor.