"If he wants to fight, let him fight a man of his size, not a boy," said a broker in the crowd. "He is a hog, judging from his actions, and I am ready to back it up!"
"I'll sue you for slander!" hissed the doctor, as he made his way through the crowd.
"Sue and be hanged to you! You are a coward as well as a hog!" and the belligerent broker followed him out to the sidewalk.
The doctor got away in the crowd. The ambulance came, and the body was removed to the police station to await identification and the action of the coroner. The doors of the bank were closed, and a number of brokers remained inside to find out how the thing had happened. Mr. Allison related how it occurred, and produced the certificate, which they all examined. But not one of them was willing to say it was a forgery. The old man was the best posted of them all.
"I would have loaned him $20,000 on that," said a well-known broker as he examined it.
"You would have lost every penny of it, sir," replied Allison.
"Do you wish to wager anything on it?" the broker asked.
"I have no money to put up."
"Make the bet–I'll put up the money," said Bob. "I am willing to bet on you."
"Very well, I'll wager $10,000 that this is a forgery, that the company has never issued a 'Third series' of shares."