“It might have been the best plan; but I think we can carry things through. Don’t you put in your oar, or you may spoil the whole thing. Leave it to me.”
“All right, Cousin Simon.”
At the corner of Wall and New Streets Gilbert met Mr. Sands, who had come down-town, in a Broadway stage.
“I see you are on hand,” said the broker. “Have you been to the office?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What sort of a reception did you get from Mr. Moore?”
“He ordered me out.”
The broker smiled.
“Perhaps it may be my turn to order out,” he said. “Come back with me.”
“Thank you, sir.”