I don't believe it.
DR. STEINHART. Surely, Mr. Mason, the men who floated that are too
clever to ruin _themselves_?
MASON. They're out of it.
STERLING. Out of it!
MASON. They got out last week quietly.
STERLING. But--
MASON. Mark my words, the day after to-morrow there'll be several
foolish people ruined, and _not one of the promoters of that company
will lose a penny_!
STERLING. I don't believe it!
[_The crowd at the other end of the table, who have been listening to a
tale from_ TROTTER, _laugh heartily._
TROTTER. [_Delighted with his success._] I'm no Dodo bird!
[WARDEN _leaves this group casually and joins the other._
MASON. [_To_ STERLING.] Don't tell me _you're_ in it?
STERLING. [_Ugly._] Yes, I am in it!
MASON. Not _much?_
STERLING. Yes, _much!_
WARDEN. Much what?
STERLING. Oh, nothing; we were just discussing stocks.
WARDEN. And up there they're discussing Jeffreys and Fitzsimmons.
MASON. Listen, Dick, after a lifelong experience in Wall Street, I defy
any broker to produce one customer who can show a profit after three
consecutive years of speculation.
STERLING. Oh, you're too conservative; nothing venture, nothing have.
Excuse me, I think Jeffreys and Fitzsimmons more amusing topics.
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