human
There is a young lady --Henderson touched his hat, and I caught a glimpse of golden hair and a flash of dark eyes out of a mass of furs --
gpt
Who is that?
human
The daughter of old Eschelle--Carmen Eschelle--the banker and politician, you remember; had a diplomatic position abroad, and the girl was educated in Europe. She is very clever. She and her mother have more money than they ought to know what to do with.
gpt
That was the celebrated Jay Hawker ( a moment after),
human
Is he recognized by respectable people?
gpt
Recognized? Henderson laughed.
human
He's a power. There are plenty of people who live by trying to guess what he is going to do. Hawker isn't such a bad fellow. Other people have used the means he used to get rich and haven't succeeded. They are not held up to point a moral. The trouble is that Hawker succeeded. Of course, it's a game. He plays as fair as anybody.
gpt
Yes, Henderson resumed, walking his horses in sight of the obelisk, which suggested the long continuance of the human race,
human
The machine in the Chamber appears to run very smoothly, I said.
gpt
Oh, that is a public register and indicator. The system back of it is comprehensive, and appears to be complicated, but it is really very simple. Spend an hour some day in the office of Flamm and Slamm, and you will see a part of the system. There are, always a number of men watching the blackboard, figures on which are changed every minute by the attendants. Telegrams are constantly arriving from every part of the Union, from all over the continent, from all the centres in Europe, which are read by some one connected with the firm, and then displayed for the guidance of the watchers of the blackboard. Upon this news one or another says, 'I think I'll buy,' or 'I think I'll sell,' so and so. His order is transmitted instantly to the Chamber. In two minutes the result comes back and appears upon the blackboard.
human
But where does the news come from?