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Scattergood slapped Peaney on the back. He laughed. He acted like a boy with a new jackknife. "It's all mine now, hain't it? Mine? Fair and square? It's my money every penny of it?" "It's yours, Mr. Baines. And I congratulate you. I myself have made a matter of fifty thousand dollars." "Wisht I'd put up every cent I got.... But there'll be other chances, won't they? I kin git in ag'in?"
Presently the three emerged into the street from the deserted offices of Mr. Peaney. Scattergood Baines held in his hands two thousand dollars in bills, representing net profit on the transaction. He regarded the money with a frown. "Somethings got to be done to you to make you fit to tetch," he said to it.
I guess he knows what's going on right in Mr. Rockefeller's private office.... You couldn't do better than to talk business with him.... Mr. Peaney, Mr. Baines." "Very glad to meet you, sir," said Peaney, in his grandest manner. "Much obleeged, and the same to you," said Scattergood, beaming his admiration. "Hear tell you're one of them stock brokers." "Yes, sir. That's my business."
Me doin' nothin' but settin' here and makin' five thousand dollars in two hours.... Nothin' short of a million's goin' to satisfy me and when I get that million, Mr. Peaney, I'm a-goin' to show you how much obleeged I be. I'm a-goin' to git you a whole box of them cigars. Pansy knows which ones. They come at a nickel apiece...." Then ...then International Utilities touched eighty-one.
Two hours later, when Peaney entered the lobby of the Mountain House, he saw a very fat, uncouthly dressed backwoodsman talking to Pansy. She signaled him and he walked over nonchalantly. "Mr. Baines," said Pansy, "here's the gentleman I was speaking about. He can advise you. He's a broker, and everybody trusts him." She lowered her voice. "He's very rich, himself. Made it in stocks.
"You buy a thousand shares of International Utilities on a one-point margin.... Sign this order slip." "And you set out five thousand dollars right where I kinn see it," said Scattergood, with anxious fatuity. "Certainly.... Certainly." Mr. Peaney deposited on his desk a bundle of currency which Scattergood counted meticulously, and then laid his own thousand beside it.
Let him sleep all night with five thousand dollars that came as easy as that, and you couldn't drive him away from your office with a gun.... Besides, I'm here to take care of him ...or are you a quitter?" "Twenty thousand dollars," Mr. Peaney said to himself. "Then I'll show you how good my nerve is. Bring on your fat man...."
"From what he said it's more than ten thousand dollars." "Lead me to him." "He'll need some playing with thinks he's sharp.... But I've been talking to him. Guess he took a liking to me. Wanted to take me to dinner and he did." "Say!" exclaimed Mr. Peaney, in admiration, "I had you sized all wrong." "It'll take nerve," Pansy said. "It's what I've got most of." "He's no Ovid Nixon."
A corner of the main office had been partitioned off as a private retreat for Mr. Peaney. What was upstairs Scattergood could not tell with accuracy, but he judged it to be a single room or perhaps two small rooms.... It was here, he felt certain, Ovid was secreting himself, and, with a certain grimness, he hoped the young man was not happy in his surroundings.
Presently they advanced half a point, lingered, and returned to their original position. "Kind of slow, hain't it?" Scattergood said, a worried look beginning to appear on his face. "Maybe them folks hain't goin' to do what you said." Mr. Peaney went out into the back room, and presently the ticker began to click furiously. International Utilities leaped a whole point.
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