"Sure that's right, Smith?" he asked, looking at the footing.
"Your 18,450 shares of N.O. & G. stock cost you exactly $1,174,815, Mr. Harding, not including the commissions to your brokers," I said, calmly as possible.
His big head swung quickly and he gazed at me with an expression of abject surprise.
"Well I'll be—well—say, Smith, how in thunder did you get the idea into your head that those figures stood for N.O. & G. stock?" he demanded, after glancing at the slip to make sure that it contained no tell-tale initials.
"Because the dates of purchase correspond with the quotations," I responded, enjoying his amazement and wondering to what it would lead. "I am only guessing that you bought, but of course it's possible you sold or went short. Please do not imagine I'm attempting to pry into your affairs, Mr. Harding," I added.
He sank back into his seat and for several seconds said nothing.
"Do you mind answering a few questions, Smith?" he said.
"That depends," I smiled. "Go ahead and ask them."
"Have you been dealing in N.O. & G.?"
"Yes."