rolling in wealth--as if everything was coming your way,
and fortunes were to be made by fastening to you.
I don't know that it often fools anybody very much,
but it's part of the game, and you must play it.
Well, accordingly, my Broker goes on 'change Saturday
morning, and has his jobber shout out that he'll buy
'Rubber Consols'--that's what our shares are called
on the street--at an eighth premium; that is to say,
he offered to buy for twenty-two-and-six what we were
offering to the public for twenty shillings. Of course,
you see, the object of that was to create the impression
that there was a regular God-almighty rush for our shares.
As I say, I don't know whether that ever fooled anybody--but
at least there was the chance that it might start up
some dealing in the shares--and all those things help.
Besides, you got the sales noticed in the papers,
and that might start up applications from the public.
Well, the Broker bought 1,000 shares this way on Saturday.
On Monday, when it might still be possible to change
the luck, he bought 3,500 more, still at that premium
of an eighth. He bought some Tuesday morning too--say
4,000. Well, now, keep those figures in your head, and keep
an eye on the Broker. He's worth watching--as you'll see."

"What's his name?" asked the sister, with an accession
of alertness in her face. "You call him 'Broker'--and
that doesn't mean anything to me. They're all brokers,
aren't they?"

"Semple--Colin Semple, that's his name. He's a young