With a roar he rushed into the midst of a whirling throng. I saw twenty brokers about him, shouting and threatening. One in his eagerness jumped upon the shoulders of a fat man in front of him, and shook a paper under his nose.
I could make out nothing of what was going on, except that the excitement was tremendous.
Twice Eppner reported to me. The stock was being hammered down stroke by stroke. There was a rush to sell. Fifty-five--fifty-three--fifty, came the price--then by leaps to forty-five and forty. It was a panic. At last the gong sounded, and the scene was over. Men staggered from the Exchange, white as death, some cursing, some angry and red, some despairing, some elate. I could see that ten had lost for one who had gained.
Eppner reported at the end of the call. He had bought for me twelve thousand five hundred shares, over ten thousand of them below fifty. The total was frightful. There was half a million dollars to pay when the time for settlement came. It was folly to suppose that my credit at the Nevada was of this size. But I put a bold face on it, gave a check for the figure that Eppner named, and rose.
"Any more orders?" he asked.
"Not till afternoon."
As I pa.s.sed into the street I was astonished at the swift transformation that had come over it. The block about the Exchange was crowded with a tossing throng, hundreds upon hundreds pushing toward its fateful doors.
But where cheerfulness and hope had ruled, fear and gloom now vibrated in electric waves before me. The faces turned to the pitiless, polished granite front of the great gambling-hall were white and drawn, and on them sat Ruin and Despair. The men were for the most part silent, with here and there one cursing; the women, who were there by scores, wept and mourned; and from the mult.i.tudes rose that peculiar whisper of crowds that tells of apprehension of things worse to come. And this, I must believe, was the work of Doddridge Knapp.
CHAPTER X
A TANGLE OF SCHEMES
Doddridge Knapp was seated calmly in my office when I opened the door.
There was a grim smile about the firm jaws, and a satisfied glitter in the keen eyes. The Wolf had found his prey, and the dismay of the sheep at the sight of his fangs gave him satisfaction instead of distress.
The King of the Street honored me with a royal nod.
"There seems to have been a little surprise for somebody on the Board this morning," he suggested.
"I heard something about it on the street," I admitted.
"It was a good plan and worked well. Let me see your memoranda of purchases."
I gave him my slips.
He looked over them with growing perplexity in his face.
"Here"s twelve thousand five hundred shares of Omega."
"Yes."
"You paid too much for that first lot." He was still poring over the list.
"It"s easier to see that now than then," I suggested dryly.
"Humph! yes. But there"s something wrong here." He was comparing my list with another in his hand.
"There!" I thought; "my confounded ignorance has made a mess of it."
But I spoke with all the confidence I could a.s.sume: "What"s the matter, now?"
"Eleven thousand and twelve thousand five hundred make twenty-three thousand five hundred; and here are sales of Omega this morning of thirty-three thousand eight hundred and thirty." He seemed to be talking more to himself than to me, and to be far from pleased.
"How"s that? I don"t understand." I was all in the dark over his musings.
"I picked up eleven thousand shares in the other Boards this morning, and twelve thousand five hundred through you, but somebody has taken in the other ten thousand." The King of the Street seemed puzzled and, I thought, a little worried.
"Well, you got over twenty-three thousand shares," I suggested consolingly. "That"s a pretty good morning"s work."
The King of the Street gave me a contemptuous glance.
"Don"t be a fool, Wilton. I sold ten thousand of those shares to myself."
A new light broke upon me. I was getting lessons of one of the many ways in which the market was manipulated.
"Then you think that somebody else--"
The King of the Street broke in with a grim smile.
"Never mind what I think. I"ve got the contract for doing the thinking for this job, and I reckon I can "tend to it."
The great speculator was silent for a few moments.
"I might as well be frank with you," he said at last. "You"ll have to know something, to work intelligently. I must get control of the Omega Company, and to do it I"ve got to have more stock. I"ve been afraid of a combination against me, and I guess I"ve struck it. I can"t be sure yet, but when those ten thousand shares were gobbled up on a panicky market, I"ll bet there"s something up."
"Who is in it?" I asked politely.
"They"ve kept themselves covered," said the King of the Street, "but I"ll have them out in the open before the end. And then, my boy, you"ll see the fur fly."
As these words were uttered I could see the yellow-gray goatee rise like bristles, and the fangs of the Wolf shine white under the yellow-gray mustache.
"I"ve got a few men staked out," he continued slowly, "and I reckon I"ll know something about it by this time to-morrow." There was the growl of the Wolf in his voice.
"Now for this afternoon," he continued. "There"s got to be some sharp work done. I reckon the falling movement is over. We"ve got to pay for what we get from now on. I"ve got a man looking after the between-Board trading. With the scare that"s on in the chipper crowd out there, I look to pick up a thousand shares or so at about forty."
"Well, what"s the program?" I asked cheerfully.
"Buy," he said briefly. "Take everything that"s offered this side of seventy-five."
"Um--there"s a half-million wanted already to settle for what I bought this morning."
The bushy brows drew down, but the King of the Street answered lightly:
"Your check is good for a million, my boy, as long as it goes to settle for what you"re ordered to buy." Then he added grimly: "I don"t think you"d find it worth much for anything else."
There was a knock at the door beyond, and he hastily rose.
"Be here after the two-thirty session," he said. And the Wolf, huge and masterful, disappeared with a stealthy tread, and the door closed softly behind him.
A million dollars! My check honored for unlimited amounts! Doddridge Knapp trusting me with a great fortune! I was overwhelmed, intoxicated, with the consciousness of power.