Then he drummed with his thick, stubby fingers on the arm of his chair.
"The idea," he said at last, "is to turn five hundred dollars into a fortune. You know I don't speculate."
"But you make it easy for other people?"
He nodded.
"If you'd come a year ago," he said, "I'd have sent you away. Just at the present moment your proposition isn't the darn-fool thing it sounds."
"I knew you'd agree with me," said Cynthia complacently. "I knew you'd put me into something that was going 'way up."
Jarrocks snorted.
"Prices are at about the highest level they've ever struck and money was never more expensive. I think we're going to see such a tumble in values as was never seen before. It almost tempts me to come out of my shell and take a flyer—if I lose your five hundred for you, you won't squeal, Cynthia?"
"Of course not."