But maybe it wasn't
Decker, you know. That's just what was rumored on the Street, you
know."
I suspected that my little broker knew more than he was willing to
tell, but I forbore to press him further; and giving him the order to
buy all the Omega stock he could pick up under fifty, I made my way to
Eppner.
The blue-black eyes of that impassive agent snapped with a glow of
interest when I gave him my order to sell the other purchases of the
morning and buy Omega, but faded into a dull stare when I lingered for
conversation.
I was not to be abashed.
"I wonder who was picking up Omega this morning?" I said.
"Oh, some of the shorts getting ready to fill contracts," he replied in
his dry, uninterested tones.
"I heard that Decker was in the market for the stock," I said.
The blue-black eyes gave a flash of genuine surprise.
"Decker!" he exclaimed. Then his eyes fell, and he paused a moment
before replying in his high inflexible voice. "He might be."
"Is he after Omega, or is he just bracing up the market?"
"Excuse me," said Eppner with the cold reflection of an apologetic
tone, "but we never advise customers. Are you walking over to the
Exchange?"
In the Exchange all was excitement, and the first call brought a roar
of struggling brokers. I could make nothing of the clamor, but my
nearest neighbor shouted in my ear:
"A strong market!"
"It looks that way," I shouted back. It certainly was strong in noise.
I made out at last that prices were being held to the figures of the
morning's session, and in some cases were forced above them.
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