He may help Corinne this time, now that
Garry is dead. There must be some outside money due Garry that he
has not been able to collect--commissions on unfinished work. This
can be turned in when it is due. Then I am going to Uncle Peter,
and after that to some of the people we trade with."
Breen was standing by the ticker when Jack entered. It was a busy
day in the Street and values were going up by leaps and bounds.
The broker was not in a good humor; many of his customers were
short of the market.
He followed Jack into his private office and faced him.
"Funeral's at one o'clock Sunday, I see," he said in a sharp
voice, as if he resented the incident. "Your aunt and I will be
out on the noon train. She got back this morning, pretty well
bunged up. Killed himself, didn't he?"
"That is not the doctor's opinion, sir, and he was with him when
he died."
"Well, it looks that way to me. He's busted--and all balled up in
the Street. If you know anybody who will take the lease off
Corinne's hands, let me know.
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