New York Stock Exchange--not otherwise.

As he looked at these men, all pleasantly civil, all general in
their remarks, each safely keeping his vast plans under his vest,
Cowperwood wondered how he would fare in this community. There
were such difficult things ahead of him to do. No one of these
men, all of whom were in their commercial-social way agreeable,
knew that he had only recently been in the penitentiary. How much
difference would that make in their attitude? No one of them knew
that, although he was married and had two children, he was planning
to divorce his wife and marry the girl who had appropriated to
herself the role which his wife had once played.

"Are you seriously contemplating looking into the Northwest?" asked
Mr. Rambaud, interestedly, toward the close of the luncheon.

"That is my present plan after I finish here. I thought I'd take
a short run up there."

"Let me put you in touch with an interesting party that is going
as far as Fargo and Duluth. There is a private car leaving Thursday,
most of them citizens of Chicago, but some Easterners. I would
be glad to have you join us. I am going as far as Minneapolis."

Cowperwood thanked him and accepted. A long conversation followed
about the Northwest, its timber, wheat, land sales, cattle, and
possible manufacturing plants.

What Fargo, Minneapolis, and Duluth were to be civically and
financially were the chief topics of conversation. Naturally, Mr.