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Hardesty and Buckbee and learned how the market riggers worked, but neither to her nor to Buckbee did he so much as hint of his purpose. His day would come when the Tecolote dividend was voted, when he got his million dollar check; and the only thing that could keep him from a notable revenge was some slip-up in connection with the dividend.
But here's the question if it came to a show-down, would you be for Stoddard, or me?" "Why, my dear friend Rimrock," answered Buckbee jovially, "I'm afraid you don't get me right. That little deal with Stoddard was strictly on the side my business is to buy and sell stock. An order from you will look just as good to me as one from Whitney H. Stoddard, and it will be executed just as carefully.
It was Buckbee who indulged in the laugh. "We can't all win," he said, rising up to go. "Think of me and that Tecolote common!" Rimrock grinned, but Stoddard had come there for a purpose and he did not choose to unbend. "Mr. Jones," he began, as they were left alone, "I see we are not able to agree. Every point that I bring up you oppose it on general principles.
There came a time when Buckbee asked shrewd questions and Mrs. Hardesty took him playfully to task; but he carried it off by wise nods and smiles and the statement that he knew something good. He was learning the game and, to cover up his tracks, he joined the mad whirl of social life.
"All you have to do is to put up your Tecolote stock." "Nothing doing," said Rimrock, "show me some other way. You fellows know all the tricks." "No, there's no other way," responded Buckbee earnestly. "That's the only way you can touch it, until the dividend is declared.
"Yes, I understood it," she answered, "but I'm not in favor of it. I think all stock gambling is wrong." "You what?" exclaimed Buckbee, and Whitney H. Stoddard was so astounded that he was compelled to unmask. His cold, weary eyes became predatory and eager and a subtle, scornful smile twisted his lips. Even Rimrock was surprised, but he leaned back easily and gave her a swift, approving smile.
A man like me, worth fifty millions at least " "Ye-es!" jeered Buckbee, and as the broker hung up Rimrock called the president of the bank. It took time to get him, but when Rimrock stated his case he promised an immediate report. The answer came within half en hour he could borrow up to five hundred thousand. "All right," said Rimrock, and calling up Buckbee he told him to go ahead and buy.
"I don't know," grumbled Rimrock, "I'll have to think this over maybe call in a lawyer or two. I'm not so sure about those hands-up judgments." "Why, my dear boy," exclaimed Buckbee, "you don't doubt for a moment that a bank can attach your stock? You must bear in mind that they loaned you half a million on your mere name stuck to a note.
He paused and at a sudden guilty glance he dropped his hand and started back. "My God!" he cried, "not you, too, Buckbee? Don't tell me you're in on it, too! Well, I might as well quit, then! What's the use of trying when every friend you've got turns out a crook!" He slumped down in his chair and, rumpling up his hair, gazed at Buckbee with somber eyes. "So! Old friend Buckbee, too?
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