The two friends stood a moment under the portico, their coat collars turned up, watching the scurrying in the street. "Well," said Cressler, at last, "I see we got 'dollar wheat' this morning." "Yes," answered Jadwin, nodding, "'dollar wheat.'" "I suppose," went on Cressler, "I suppose you are sorry, now that you're not in it any more." "Oh, no," replied Jadwin, nibbling off the end of a cigar. "No, I'm--I'm just as well out of it." "And it's for good and all this time, eh?" "For good and all." "Well," commented Cressler, "some one else has begun where you left off, I guess. This Unknown Bull, I mean. All the boys are trying to find out who he is. Crookes, though, was saying to me--Cal Crookes, you know--he was saying he didn't care who he was. Crookes is out of the market, too, I understand--and means to keep out, he says, till the Big Bull gets tired. Wonder who the Big Bull is." "Oh, there isn't any Big Bull," blustered Jadwin. "There's simply a lot of heavy buying, or maybe there might be a ring of New York men operating through Gretry. I don't know; and I guess I'm like Crookes, I don't care--now that I'm out of the game. Real estate is too lively now to think of anything else; keeps me on the keen jump early and late. I tell you what, Charlie, this city isn't half grown yet. And do you know, I've noticed another thing--cities grow to the westward. I've got a building and loan association going, out in the suburbs on the West Side, that's a dandy. Well, looks as though the rain had stopped. Remember me to madam. So long, Charlie." On leaving Cressler Jadwin went on to his offices in The Rookery, close at hand. But he had no more than settled himself at his desk, when he was called up on his telephone. "Hello!" said a small, dry transformation of Gretry's voice. "Hello, is that you, J.? Well, in the matter of that cash wheat in Duluth, I've bought that for you." "All right," answered Jadwin, then he added, "I guess we had better have a long talk now." "I was going to propose that," answered the broker. "Meet me this evening at seven at the Grand Pacific. It's just as well that we're not seen together nowadays. Don't ask for me. Go right into the smoking-room. I'll be there. And, by the way, I shall expect a reply from Minneapolis about half-past five this afternoon. I would like to be able to get at you at once when that comes in. Can you wait down for that?" "Well, I was going home," objected Jadwin. "I wasn't home to dinner last night, and Mrs. Jadwin--" "This is pretty important, you know," warned the broker. "And if I call you up on your residence telephone, there's always the chance of somebody cutting in and overhearing us." "Oh, very well, then," assented Jadwin. "I'll call it a day. I'll get home for luncheon to-morrow. It can't be helped. By the way, I met Cressler this afternoon, Sam, and he seemed sort of suspicious of things, to me--as though he had an inkling."