I was to buy one hundred
shares of this stock, sell five hundred of that stock, buy one thousand
of another in blocks of one hundred, and sell the same in a single
block at the last session.
"And the last thing you do," he continued, "buy every share of Omega
that is offered. There'll be a big block of it thrown on the market,
and more in the afternoon. Buy it, whatever the price. There's likely
to be a big slump. Don't bid for it--don't keep up the price, you
understand--but get it."
"If somebody else is snapping it up, do I understand that I'm not to
bid over them?"
"You're not to understand anything of the kind," he said, with a little
disgust in his tone. "You're to get the stock. You've bought and sold
enough to know how to do that. But don't start a boom for the price.
Let her go down. Sabe?"
I felt that there was deep water ahead.
"Perfectly," I said. "I think I see the whole thing."
The King of the Street looked at me with a grim smile.
"Maybe you do, but all the same you'd better keep your money out of
this little deal unless you can spare it as well as not. Well, get back
to your room. You've got your check-book all right?"
Alone once more I was in despair of unraveling the tangle in which I
was involved. I felt convinced that Doddridge Knapp was the mover in
the plots that sought my life. He had, I felt sure, believed me dead,
and was startled into fear at my unheralded appearance. Yet why should
he trust me with his business? I could not doubt that the buying and
selling he had given to my care were important.
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