“A few shares of D. & G.,” he muttered. “I wonder if he meant that? I noticed that stock went up a point yesterday and two points so far to-day. Looks as if it was a safe investment. I’d give something to find out if that was the stock I saw him rushing about after this morning on the floor of the Exchange? It isn’t like him, or any other broker, for that matter, to give out a real, Simon-pure pointer. It isn’t business. Still, I notice Hartz treats me different from most people. Maybe he’s grateful because I saved him from something like a scandal; at any rate, a good many hard things would have been said about him if Mr. Bird had killed himself up in his office that morning. I’ll have to think this over. I guess it wouldn’t be fair to tell anyone what he said about buying D. & G. He kind of sized me up pretty sharp before he opened his mouth about it. I know he doesn’t like Chamberlain coming in his office and taking up Miss Kitson’s time, and he was tickled because I started the dude on the run. I’d like to make another haul out of the market. Hartz hasn’t the least idea I have $5,000 in bank. If he had, I guess----” “Hello, Jack!” interrupted the voice of Ed Potter, and his chum grasped him by the arm. “Let’s go in here and have a bite.” Jack allowed his friend to steer him into a crowded New Street quick-lunch house. They ordered coffee and stew as soon as a couple of stools were vacated. “I s’pose you haven’t the least idea whether or not your boss is buying any D. & G. stock, have you?” whispered Jack. Ed shook his head. “You can’t learn much up in that place, I can tell you that. I know Hartz did buy a block of some kind of stock yesterday from a Mr. Warren, for I was sent over to get it.” “You mean George Warren, of--Broad Street?” “Yep.” Jack made a mental note. “And I fetched another stack of stock this morning from Bentley & Clews.” “You don’t know what that was?” “Nope.” “Say, Ed, s’pose we take in the Academy to-night,” said Jack, suddenly changing the subject. “I’m with you. What’s playing there?” “‘In Old Japan.’ Well, so long. I’ll wait for you at the house.” CHAPTER XV. IN THE GRASP OF THE MARKET. “Mr. Atherton, do you know if Mr. George Warren has any D. & G. stock?” asked Jack of his employer that afternoon. It was a rather cheeky thing for the boy to do, but then he was something of a privileged character with the boss. “I believe he has. At least, we bought a block of it for him some time ago. There’s been an advance in it yesterday and to-day, but I don’t fancy it will go any higher. Anybody ask you for the information?” asked Mr. Atherton, pointedly. “No, sir; I was thinking of buying a few shares myself on margin.” “Well, I guess Warren will let you have what he has at sixty-two, if you would like to buy it outright. It’ll cost you about three hundred and ten thousand dollars cash,” said Mr. Atherton, with an amused smile.