"Well, I do. You gave me to understand that you were buying this stuff yourself. You still got what you had?"
Margrave knew from the secretary of the company that Wheaton owned one hundred shares. He thrust his hands into his pockets and looked at Wheaton appealingly.
"Yes," Wheaton answered reluctantly. He knew now why he had been summoned.
"Now, how many shares have you, Jim?" with increasing amiability of tone and manner.
"Just what I bought in the beginning; one hundred shares."
Margrave took a pad from his desk and added one hundred to a short column of figures. He made the footing and regarded the total with careless interest before looking up.
"How much do you want for that, Jim?"
"To tell the truth, Mr. Margrave, I don't know that I want to sell it."
"Now, Jim, you ain't going to hold me up on this? You've got me into a pretty mess, and I hope you're not going to keep on pushing me in."