“That you have one hundred and twenty-five shares.”
“That’s what I have.”
“And you bought in at thirty-six?”
“That’s what I did.”
“Why, that’s a profit of five thousand dollars, you reckless boy!” gasped Millie, after a rapid mental calculation.
“That’s the way I figured it—if the price doesn’t break before my broker can sell it this morning.”
“Well!”
That’s all she said, for just then Mr. Bishop came in; but the exclamation spoke volumes.
“I should like to go out five minutes on a little matter of business, Mr. Bishop,” said Jack, and on receiving the desired permission, he rushed down to Bird’s office and handed in the envelope, which he had marked “Important.”
It was half-past ten when the young messenger returned to the office from his first errand.