“That’s what the dentist told me once when he yanked out a back molar.”
“Better sell to-day,” chuckled Hartz.
“I’ll think about it. Kinder ’fraid I might break the market if I let it all out at once.”
Hartz punched him in the ribs and passed on.
When Jack got back to the office after lunch he meandered over to the indicator.
Before he reached it, Millie had him by the arm.
Her eyes were blazing with excitement.
“Sell, Jack; sell! D. & G. has just been quoted at ninety-two.”
“Thanks, Millie,” he said with provoking calmness, picking his teeth with a quill and looking at her quizzically; “but I guess it’s sold by this time.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, with wondering eyes.