The other was interested. "He did, hey?" he said. "The market hasn't
felt it, though. Guess there's nothing to it. But there's Kelly
yonder. He'd know. He's pretty thick with Porteous' men. Might ask
him."

"You ask him and let me know. I got to go on the floor. It's nearly
time for the gong."

Hirsch's brother found Kelly in the centre of a group of settlement
clerks.

"Say, boy," he began, "you ought to know. They tell me there may be
trouble between England and Turkey over the Higgins-Pasha incident,
and that the British Foreign Office has threatened the Sultan with
an ultimatum. I can see the market if that's so."

"Nothing in it," retorted Kelly. "But I'll find out--to make sure,
by jingo."

Meanwhile Landry had gained the top of the stairs, and turning to
the right, passed through a great doorway, and came out upon the
floor of the Board of Trade.

It was a vast enclosure, lighted on either side by great windows of
coloured glass, the roof supported by thin iron pillars elaborately
decorated. To the left were the bulletin blackboards, and beyond
these, in the northwest angle of the floor, a great railed-in space
where the Western Union Telegraph was installed. To the right, on
the other side of the room, a row of tables, laden with neatly
arranged paper bags half full of samples of grains, stretched along