"Of course; see you later."
He put down the telephone and turned gaily to his companion, who was waiting with anxiety.
"That's all right. Bruce will get the information and I'll telephone you this evening. Now, the best way to operate is this." He took out his check-book and wrote a check for twenty thousand dollars to her name. "I'll buy those stocks. Here's my check; give me an acknowledgment for the shares, with an order on Garraboy to deliver."
She looked at him doubtfully, holding the check gingerly in her fingers.
"What's the matter?" he said. "If there's any little difference one way or the other, we can arrange that later."
"Supposing Garraboy has failed and sold my stocks?"
"He hasn't."
"But if he has?"
"That's my risk," he started to say, but checked himself. "Why, of course, then it's off. This is just to give me the power to get them away at once. A man can do what a woman can't."
She was grateful to him for his perception of delicacy.