The doctor leaned forward with deepening interest.
"You really believe such rot?"
"Believe it, man, it's as certain as fate! There can't be any mistake about it. At twelve o'clock the tide will turn and they'll begin to leap upward in the wildest market that's been seen in a generation. Doctor, you've been so good to me and I can trust you implicitly. You're the only man on earth I've told. You need money. If you can raise five hundred dollars in cash you can make five thousand in six hours."
The older man's eyes flashed with sudden excitement, which he suppressed with an effort.
"Adams, you're crazy," was the gruff reply.
"I've got it straight, I tell you!" he went on breathlessly. "I got it from Bivens's private secretary. The little weasel has made millions on this break and he has been selling the market short for two weeks. To-morrow morning he is going to smash it for the last time and at noon throw his millions on the bull side. The market will go down three points on the break in the morning. It will jump five points in ten minutes when it turns the other way. There are stocks on the list that will recover ten points before the market closes."
"Bivens is going to do this?" the older man interrupted.
"Yes. I got it from the man who took his order."
"Then it's a trick. It's a lie. Take my advice and do just the opposite from what you understand. Bivens will sell out his partners in the deal."
"Man, he can't sell out!" the cashier insisted. "It's his own deal. He's in it for all he's worth!"