“And who is manipulating it,” added Quarrier indifferently.
“Do you mean Harrington's people?”
“I don't mean anybody in particular, Mr. Plank.”
“Oh!” said Plank, staring, “I was sure you couldn't have meant Harrington; because,” he went on deliberately, “there are other theories floating about that mysterious pool, one of which I've proved.”
Quarrier looked at him out of his velvety-lidded eyes:
“What have you proved?”
“I'll tell you, if you'll appoint an interview.”
“I'll come too,” began Belwether, who had been listening, loose-mouthed and intent; “we're all in it—Howard, Kemp Ferrall, and I—”
“And Stephen Siward,” observed Plank, so quietly that Quarrier never even raised his eyes to read the stolid face opposite.
Presently he said: “Do you know anybody who can deliver you any considerable block of Amalgamated Electric at the market figures?”