I could make nothing out of the page before me, except that the vision
of Terrill had startled him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he said at last, in a steady voice.
"I didn't suppose it was worth coming back for, after I got into the
street. And, besides, you were busy."
"Yes, yes, you were right: you are not to come--of course, of course."
The King of the Street looked at me curiously, and then said smoothly:
"But this isn't business." And he plunged into the papers once more.
"There were over nine thousand shares sold this afternoon, and I got
only five thousand of them."
"I suppose Decker picked the others up," I said.
The King of the Street did me the honor to look at me in amazement.
"Decker!" he roared. "How did you--" Then he paused and his voice
dropped to its ordinary tone. "I reckon you're right. What gave you the
idea?"
I frankly detailed my conversation with Wallbridge. As I went on, I
fancied that the bushy brows drew down and a little anxiety showed
beneath them.
I had hardly finished my account when there was a knock at the door,
and the servant appeared.
"Mrs. Knapp's compliments, and she would like to see Mr. Wilton when
you are done," he said.
I could with difficulty repress an exclamation, and my heart climbed
into my throat. I was ready to face the Wolf in his den, but here was a
different matter. I recalled that Mrs. Knapp was a more intimate
acquaintance of Henry Wilton's than Doddridge Knapp had been, and I saw
Niagara ahead of my skiff.
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