"My clients are such a mean lot," she complained. "Now that they have got
over the novelty of being driven in a taxicab by a woman, they are
positively stingy. Even Jimmy here only gave me a sovereign for picking
him up at St. James' Street, waiting twenty minutes at his tailor's, and
bringing him on here. What is it that you're going to advise your clients
to leave alone, please, Mr. White?"

"British and Imperial Granaries."

The young man--the Honourable James Wilshaw--suddenly dropped his
eyeglass and assumed an anxious expression.

"I say, what's wrong with them, White?" he demanded. "They're large
holders of wheat, and wheat's going up all the time."

"Wheat's going up because they're buying," was the dry comment. "Directly
they leave off it will drop, and when it begins to drop, look out for a
slump in B. & I.'s."

The young man relapsed into a seat by Sarah's side and swung an
immaculately trousered leg.

"But look here, Maurice, my boy, why should they leave off buying, eh?"
he enquired.

"Because," the other explained, "there is a little more wheat in the
world than the B. & I. have money for."

"I can give you a further reason," Kendrick intervened, "for leaving B.
& I.'s severely alone. There is at the present moment on his way to this