"There's the gang, lieutenant arrest them," Parker said. "Oh, sir, I beg your pardon, Mr. Tippery. Not you, of course. Only the other two, lieutenant. I don't know what the charge will be crazy, anyway, if not worse, which is more likely."
"How do you do, Mr. Tippery," the lieutenant greeted familiarly.
"You'll arrest nobody, Lieutenant Burns," Charley Tippery smiled to him. "You can send the wagon back to the station. I'll square it with the Inspector. For you're coming along with me, and this suit-case, and these suspicious characters, to my house. You'll have to be bodyguard oh, not for me, but for this suit-case. There are millions in it, cold millions, hard millions, beautiful millions. When I open it before my father, you'll see a sight given to few men in this world to see. And now, come on everybody. We're wasting time."
He made a grab at the suit-case simultaneously with Henry, and, as both their hands clutched it, Lieutenant Burns sprang to interfere.
"I fancy I'll carry it until it's negotiated," Henry asserted.
"Surely, surely," Charley Tippery conceded, "as long as we don't lose any more precious time. It will take time to do the negotiating. Come on! Hustle!"
CHAPTER XXIX
HELPED tremendously by the moratorium, the sagging market had ceased sagging, and some stocks were even beginning to recover. This was true for practically every line save those lines in which Francis owned and which Regan was bearing. He continued bearing and making them reluctantly fall, and he noted with joy the huge blocks of Tampico Petroleum which were being dumped obviously by no other person than Francis.
"Now's the time," Regan informed his bear conspirators. "Play her coming and going. It's a double ruff. Remefmber the list I gave you. Sell these, and sell short. For them there is no bottom. As for all the rest, buy and buy now, and deliver all that you sold. You can't lose, you see, and by continuing to hammer the list you'll make a double killing."
"How about yourself?" one of his bear crowd queried.