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"No," answered Gretry, reflectively and slowly, looking anywhere but in Jadwin's face. "N no, I don't think we'd better wait. I think we'd better meet these margin calls promptly. It's always better to keep our trades margined up." Jadwin faced around. "Why," he cried, "one would think, to hear you talk, as though there was danger of me busting here at any hour." Gretry did not answer.
Sam Barringford had come up close to the others, and now without more words all three headed for the post. It was easy to discern that the old frontiersman was well-nigh exhausted, and he was glad enough to take hold of James Morris' shoulder on one side and Tony Jadwin's on the other. "Been a prisoner of them skunks, fire burn 'em!" he explained. "I'll tell ye all about it later.
She opened steady enough at eighty-three, but just as soon as the gong tapped we began to get it. Buy, buy, buy. Everybody is in it now. The public are speculating. For one fellow who wants to sell there are a dozen buyers. We had one of the hottest times I ever remember in the Pit this morning." Laura saw Jadwin's eyes snap. "I told you we'd get this, Sam," he said, nodding to the broker.
Cressler clipped the tip of a fresh cigar, and, turning to Curtis Jadwin, remarked: "I understand that Leaycraft alone lost nearly fifteen thousand." He referred to Jadwin's deal in May wheat, the consummation of which had been effected the previous week.
"I shall expect you Wednesday then?" she repeated. He crushed her hand in his grip, and suddenly bent and kissed it. "Good night," she said, quietly. Jadwin's step sounded at the doorway. "Good night," he whispered, and in another moment was gone. During these days Laura no longer knew herself.
"Better hang up," came back the broker's voice. "Better hang up, J. There's big risk telephoning like this. I'll see you to-night. Good-by." And so it was that about half an hour later Laura was called to the telephone in the library. "Oh, not coming home at all to-night?" she cried blankly in response to Jadwin's message. "It's just impossible, old girl," he answered. "But why?" she insisted.
"There's something, perhaps, in what Charlie says," he said to himself. "Corner this stuff my God!" Gretry, Converse & Co. was the name of the brokerage firm that always handled Jadwin's rare speculative ventures. Converse was dead long since, but the firm still retained its original name. The house was as old and as well established as any on the Board of Trade.
They came bearing a presentation cup of silver, and their spokesman, stammering and horribly embarrassed in unwonted broadcloth and varnished boots, delivered a short address. He explained that all through the Middle West, all through the wheat belts, a great wave of prosperity was rolling because of Jadwin's corner.
The three years that had just passed had been the most important years of Laura Jadwin's life. Since her marriage she had grown intellectually and morally with amazing rapidity. Indeed, so swift had been the change, that it was not so much a growth as a transformation.
Listening, they heard the servant open the door, and then the sound of Jadwin's voice and the clank of his cane in the porcelain cane rack. But still Laura could not be persuaded to go down. No, she was going to bed; she had neuralgia; she was too nervous to so much as think. Her gown was "Dutchy." But as the coffee was being served the three received a genuine surprise. Laura appeared.
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