Couldn't fool me, I tell you, on a
deal like that. I'd have had a 'stop order' somewhere. Served
Gilbert right; no business to be monkeying with a buzz-saw unless
he knew how to throw off the belt."
Jack straightened his shoulders and his brows knit. The lines of
the portrait were in the lad's face now.
"Well, maybe it's all right, Garry. My own opinion is that it's no
better than swindling. Anyway, I'm mighty glad Uncle Arthur isn't
mixed up in it. You heard what Sam and the other fellows thought,
didn't you? How would you like to have that said of you?"
Garry tossed back his head and laughed.
"Biffy, are you listening to his Reverence, the Bishop of
Cumberland? Here endeth the first lesson."
Biff nodded over his high-ball. He wasn't listening--discussions
of any kind bored him.
"But what do you care, Jack, what they say--what anybody says?"
continued Garry. "Keep right on. You are in the Street to make
money, aren't you? Everybody else is there for the same purpose.
What goes up must come down.
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