Seated in his office, Ben Wrail was busy watching two television screens before him. One showed the board in the New York exchange. In the other was the image of Gregory Manning, hunched in a chair in Page's mountain laboratory back on Earth. And before Greg likewise were two screens, one showing the New York exchange board, the other trained on Ben Wrail's office. "That Tourist stuff looks good," said Greg. "Why not buy a block of it? I happen to know that Chambers owns a few shares. He'll be dabbling in it." Ben Wrail grinned. "It's made a couple of points, hasn't it? It's selling here for 60 right now. In 45 minutes it'll be quoted at 62." He picked up a telephone. "Buy all you can of Tourist," he said. "Right away. I'll tell you when to sell. Get rid of whatever you have in Titan Copper at 10:30." "Better let go of your holdings of Ranthoor Dome," suggested Greg. "It's beginning to slip." "I'll watch it," promised Ben. "It may revive." They lapsed into silence, watching the board in New York. "You know, Greg," said Ben finally, "I really didn't believe all this was true until I saw those credit certificates materialize on my desk." "Simple," grunted Greg. "This thing we've got can take anything any place. I could reach out there, grab you up and have you down here in a split second." Ben sucked his breath in between his teeth. "I'm not doubting anything any more. You sent me half a billion two days ago. It's more than doubled now." He picked up the phone again and spoke to his broker on the other end. "Unload Ranthoor Dome when she reaches 79." * * * * * The real furor came on the Ranthoor floor when Wrail cornered Titan Copper. Striking swiftly, he purchased the stock in huge blocks. The shares rocketed as the exchanges throughout the System were thrown into an uproar. Under the cover of the excitement he proceeded to corner Spacesuits Ltd. Spacesuits zoomed. For two days the main exchanges on four worlds were in a frenzy as traders watched the shares climb swiftly. Operators representing Interplanetary Power made offerings. No takers were reported. The shares climbed. Within one hour, however, the entire Wrail holdings in both stocks were dumped on the market. The Interplanetary Power traders, frantic over the prospect of losing control of the two important issues, bought heavily. The price plummeted. Spencer Chambers lost three billion or more on the deal. Overnight Ben Wrail had become a billionaire many times over. Greg Manning added to his own fortune. "We have enough," said Greg. "We've given Chambers what he had coming to him. Let's call it off." "Glad to," agreed Ben. "It was just too damned easy." "Be seeing you, Ben." "I'll get down to Earth some day. Come see me when you have a minute. Drop in for an evening." "That's an invitation," said Greg. "It's easy with this three-dimension stuff." He reached out a hand, snapped a control. The screens in Wrail's office went dead.