human
I tell you, Wheatstone, said Mr. Ault, with an unmoved face, bringing his fist down on the table,
gpt
Why, said Mr. Wheatstone, with a look of wonder,
human
Does he? said Ault.
gpt
Then he can take care of them.
human
Have you any news, Mr. Ault?
gpt
Nothing to speak of, replied Ault, grimly.
human
It just looks so to me. All you've got to do is to sell. Make a break this afternoon, about two or three points off.
gpt
They are too strong,
human
That is just the reason. Everybody will think something must be the matter, or nobody would be fool enough to sell. You keep your eye on the Spectrum this afternoon and tomorrow morning. About Organization and one or two other matters.
gpt
Ah, they do say that Mavick is in Argentine up to his neck,
human
Is he? Then you think he would rather sell than buy?
gpt
He may have to.
human
It's all right, Wheatstone. It's the biggest thing you ever struck. Pitch 'em overboard in the morning. The Street is shaky about Argentine. There'll be h---to pay before half past twelve. I guess you can safely go ten points. Lower yet, if Mavick's brokers begin to unload. I guess he will have to unless he can borrow. Rumor is a big thing, especially in a panic, eh? Keep your eye peeled. And, oh, won't you ask Babcock to step round here?