Dolan was nearer than Teller, and I went there first. I was hoping I might be allowed to do business a few days before they told me to take my trade somewhere else. I walked in. It was a whopping big place and there must have been at least a couple of hundred people there staring at the quotations. I was glad, because in such a crowd I stood a better chance of being unnoticed. I stood and watched the board and looked them over carefully until I picked out the stock for my initial play. I looked around and saw the order-clerk at the window where you put down your money and get your ticket. He was looking at me so I walked up to him and asked, “Is this where you trade in cotton and wheat?” “Yes, sonny,” says he. “Can I buy stocks too?” “You can if you have the cash,” he said. “Oh, I got that all right, all right,” I said like a boasting boy. “You have, have you?” he says with a smile. “How much stock can I buy for one hundred dollars?” I asked, peeved-like. “One hundred; if you got the hundred.” “I got the hundred. Yes; and two hundred too!” I told him. “Oh, my!” he said. “Just you buy me two hundred shares,” I said sharply. “Two hundred what?” he asked, serious now. It was business. I looked at the board again as if to guess wisely and told him, “Two hundred Omaha.” “All right!” he said. He took my money, counted it and wrote out the ticket. “What’s your name?” he asked me, and I answered, “Horace Kent.” He gave me the ticket and I went away and sat down among the customers to wait for the roll to grow. I got quick action and I traded several times that day. On the next day too. In two days I made twenty-eight hundred dollars, and I was hoping they’d let me finish the week out. At the rate I was going, that wouldn’t be so bad. Then I’d tackle the other shop, and if I had similar luck there I’d go back to New York with a wad I could do something with. On the morning of the third day, when I went to the window, bashful-like, to buy five hundred B.R.T. the clerk said to me, “Say, Mr. Kent, the boss wants to see you.” I knew the game was up. But I asked him, “What does he want to see me about?” “I don’t know.” “Where is he?” “In his private office. Go in that way.” And he pointed to a door. I went in. Dolan was sitting at his desk. He swung around and said, “Sit down, Livingston.” He pointed to a chair. My last hope vanished. I don’t know how he discovered who I was; perhaps from the hotel register. “What do you want to see me about?” I asked him. “Listen, kid. I ain’t got nothin’ agin yeh, see? Nothin’ at all. See?” “No, I don’t see,” I said. He got up from his swivel chair. He was a whopping big guy. He said to me, “Just come over here, Livingston, will yeh?” and he walked to the door. He opened it and then he pointed to the customers in the big room. “D’yeh see them?” he asked me. “See what?”