“A good sort of fellow?” asked Joe, conveying a certain intimation.
“Innocent as a lamb,” said Harry.
“Well, I’ll look him over.”
“I’ll introduce you.”
“No you don’t! Just tell me where he’s to be found, and I’ll get next him. He mustn’t know of any connection between you and me, because later, he’ll have to come to you, when he wants to make his proposition to Amasa Gore.”
“Oh, I see!” said Harry with a thin smile.
There was a silence.
“Well . . . I suppose I got to go,” said Joe, smothering a yawn.
“Look here,” said Harry in a voice that showed strain, “what is there in this for me?”
Joe clapped him affectionately on the shoulder. “Why, you’ll be right in on the ground floor, old fel’! I’ll tell you the exact right moment when to buy and when to sell. You ought to clean up a nice little pile on it!”