"Fred Halsey."
The broker wrote the name on his cuff and then went out of the room. Fred thought nothing of the incident, and went out a moment or two later himself, going to the street, hoping to see Bob and find out how B. & H. was doing. Out on the street he found that nobody had heard of the pickpocket's arrest in the Exchange building.
"I am $20 in on that racket, anyhow," he said to himself as he walked around to the side entrance of the Exchange. "I would like to do as well every day in the year. Lord, but she is a beauty!"
He was thinking of the girl. Somebody ran into him and the two came near going down in a heap together.
"Hello, Fred! I'm in a hurry!" exclaimed the other.
It was Bob!
"Well, don't you know me well enough not to try to run over or through me? You can save time by running around me every time."
But Bob was off like a flash, and Fred judged by that B. & H. was humming, for Manson was booming it and Bob was his messenger. Seeing two brokers talking near the New street entrance, Fred went over near enough to hear one say:
"It will go to 70 to-morrow and somebody will be burnt."
"Yes, I think so, too,"