"A block or two; several margins of it," said Bean.
"How many shares?"
"Have to ask Kennedy & Balch; they're my brokers. I guess about some seven or eight hundred shares."
"Wha'd I tell you? Wha'd I tell you?" again shouted the oldest director, and, as if despairing of an answer, he swore surprisingly for one of his refined garniture and aroma.
"Find out something in this office?" asked Breede, evenly.
"Why wouldn't I? I found out something the minute you sent people to me with that 'By the way—' stuff. I knew it as quick as you had them breaking their ankles trying to get my fifty shares. Knew it the very minute you sent that—that slinking gazelle to me." He pointed at Tully.
He had not meant to call Tully that. It rushed out. Tully wriggled uneasily in his chair at the desk, blushed well into his yellow beard, then drew out a kerchief of purest white silk and began nervously to polish his glasses.
"Hoo-shaw-Ha-ha-Hooshway!"