"That's a start."
"Not much of one."
"Well, how could it be done?"
"Since you're such a Boy Scout, Jack, you probably won't like what I have in mind. This one's not exactly in the rule book."
"Try me."
"Okay, it's a long shot, and we'll definitely need some help. If we're going to tinker with the market, then we have to have somebody Wall Street trusts. And also somebody who's got a lot of money to play with, short term."
"Sounds like our mutual friend from Georgia."
"Well, Henderson can play the Street like a symphony. What I'm thinking of involves tricking the smartest guys around, the 'risk arbs.' We'd need to suck them in. If anybody can do it, he's the man."
"Then I say let's give him a buzz."
"Fine. Why don't I get him on the squawk box so we can all listen in." There beside the couch was an old conference phone some client once gave me as a Hanukkah gift. At long last it might be good for something.