"Bill providing for heavy import duties on foreign grains certain to
be introduced in French Chamber of Deputies within one month."

"Have you got it?" he demanded of Jadwin, as he took the slip back.
"Won't forget it?" He twisted the paper into a roll and burned it
carefully in the office cuspidor.

"Now," he remarked, "do you come in? It's just the two of us, J.,
and I think we can make that Porteous clique look very sick."

"Hum!" murmured Jadwin surprised. "That does give you a twist on the
situation. But to tell the truth, Sam, I had sort of made up my mind
to keep out of speculation since my last little deal. A man gets
into this game, and into it, and into it, and before you know he
can't pull out--and he don't want to. Next he gets his nose
scratched, and he hits back to make up for it, and just hits into
the air and loses his balance--and down he goes. I don't want to
make any more money, Sam. I've got my little pile, and before I get
too old I want to have some fun out of it."

"But lord love you, J.," objected the other, "this ain't
speculation. You can see for yourself how sure it is. I'm not a baby
at this business, am I? You'll let me know something of this game,
won't you? And I tell you, J., it's found money. The man that sells
wheat short on the strength of this has as good as got the money in
his vest pocket already. Oh, nonsense, of course you'll come in.
I've been laying for that Bull gang since long before the Helmick
failure, and now I've got it right where I want it. Look here, J.,
you aren't the man to throw money away. You'd buy a business block