"At 110."
Mark's eyes sparkled with joyous excitement.
"Is it possible?" he exclaimed.
"It's so. I've got a block of a hundred shares myself, which I bought eighteen months ago for a song. I give you my word I didn't think it worth more than a dollar or two a share—what I gave—when I learned not long since that they'd struck it rich, and I was no longer a pauper."
"That's good news for me," said Mark slowly.
"Why? Have you got any of it?"
"My mother is entitled to two hundred shares from her father's estate."
"Whew! Have you come out to see about it?"
"No; that was not my object, but I shall find what I can about it."
"You're in luck."