“Well, if things continue to come my way, I’ll come up toward the end of the week, maybe, and put a deposit on it.”
“What’s the matter with doing it to-morrow?” chipped in Ed. “You’ve got five thousand dollars stowed away in the Citizens’ Bank. What do you want to wait for?”
Which remark showed that Potter didn’t know everything. In other words, he didn’t know about his chum’s latest deal in D. & G. For reasons that he considered good and sufficient Jack had kept that fact from him.
But he intended to keep his word to Ed and give him the profit of three shares, or what was practically equal to a hundred-dollar note.
On Monday morning D. & G. opened at 81⅜.
From this on, another pair of eager eyes in the office followed the rise of the syndicate stock.
Millie was almost as excited over it as Jack himself.
It reached and hovered around 90 all day Thursday.
The pretty stenographer was so nervous she could hardly do her work, and twice she couldn’t refrain from scribbling the words “PLEASE SELL” in big capital letters on a slip of paper and passing it over to Jack with beseeching eyes.
But the boy only smiled and never turned a hair.