Hectic day followed hectic day. Ben Wrail did not appear on the floor. Calls to his office netted exactly nothing. Mr. Wrail was not in. So sorry.
His brokers, well paid, were close-mouthed. They bought and sold. That was all.
Seated in his office, Ben Wrail was busy watching two television screens before him. One showed the board in the New York exchange. In the other was the image of Gregory Manning, hunched in a chair in Page's mountain laboratory back on Earth. And before Greg likewise were two screens, one showing the New York exchange board, the other trained on Ben Wrail's office.
"That Tourist stuff looks good,” said Greg. “Why not buy a block of it? I happen to know that Chambers owns a few shares. He'll be dabbling in it."
Ben Wrail grinned. “It's made a couple of points, hasn't it? It's selling here for 60 right now. In 45 minutes it'll be quoted at 62."
He picked up a telephone. “Buy all you can of Tourist,” he said. “Right away. I'll tell you when to sell. Get rid of whatever you have in Titan Copper at 10:30."
"Better let go of your holdings of Ranthoor Dome,” suggested Greg. “It's beginning to slip."
"I'll watch it,” promised Ben. “It may revive."
They lapsed into silence, watching the board in New York.
"You know, Greg,” said Ben finally, “I really didn't believe all this was true until I saw those credit certificates materialize on my desk."