“You’ll never guess who put me on to it.”
“Well, I shan’t try.”
“Hartz.”
“My boss!” in surprise.
Jack nodded.
“But, remember, you mustn’t let on to a living soul.”
Then the boy told his companion the story of his second fortunate deal on the stock market.
“Some day you’ll be a multi-millionaire, Jack,” said Ed, looking at him admiringly.
“I hope to keep out of the poorhouse, at any rate.”
“No fear of you going there. I only wish I had your brains and backbone.”