"O.K.," said Walt. "But he's going to go nuts when the Northern Landing Exchange starts down without ever getting to that mythical nine hundred."
"Let him wonder. Meanwhile, fellows, let's run ourselves a slide on Terran Electric. Sell the works!"
Terran Electric started down just as I. C. Preferred took its third drop. It passed three hundred, and started down the two hundred numbers. Walt shook his head and said to Kingman: "Kingman, we're getting results now. She's dropped back again—to six hundred and three." Then he said: "Kingman, someone is playing hob with T. E. Preferred. She's up to two hundred and fifty-one."
To Don, Walt said: "Good thing that Kingman has that Sinese Chimphony for a bit of mood music, or he'd recognize my voice."
"Which way will he jump?" laughed Don. "That was a slick bit of Kingman-baiting, Walt, in spite of your voice."
"Kingman's taking it hard," said Wes. "We says to drop some of his own stock so that they can use the money to manipulate the I. C. stuff."
"O.K.," said Jim Baler. "This looks like a good time to think about buying some of Kingman's stuff. Right?"
"Wait until his sales hit bottom," said Don. "Walt, tip us off."
"O.K. What now?"
"Wait a bit and see."