"There's been foul play!" Dredlinton cried hoarsely. "His servant is sure of it!" Wingate picked up his hat and stick and moved towards the door. From the threshold he looked back, waiting whilst Josephine joined him. "Youth," he said calmly, "must be served. Stanley Rees was, I believe, the youngest director on the Board of the British and Imperial Granaries. Now, if you like, Mr. Phipps, I'll come on to your market. I'm a seller of a hundred thousand bushels of wheat at to-day's price." "Go to hell!" Phipps shouted, his face black with rage. CHAPTER XVI Roger Kendrick was in and disengaged when Wingate called upon him, a few minutes later. He welcomed his visitor cordially. "That was a pretty good list you gave me the other day, Wingate," he remarked, "You've made money. You're making it still." "Good!" Wingate commented, with a nod of satisfaction. "I dare say I shall need it all. Close up everything, Kendrick." "The devil! One or two of your things are going strong, you know." "Take profits and close up," Wingate directed. "I've another commission for you." "One moment, then." Kendrick hurried into the outer office and gave some brief instructions. His client picked up the tape and studied it until his return. "How are things in the House?" Wingate enquired, as he resumed his seat. "Uneasy," Kendrick replied. "B. & I.'s are the chief feature. They show signs of weakness, owing to the questions in the House of Commons last night." "I'm a bear on B. & I.'s," Wingate declared. "What are they to-day?" "They opened at five and a quarter. Half-an-hour ago they were being offered at five and an eighth." "Very well," Wingate replied, "sell." "How many?" "No limit. Simply sell." The broker was a little startled. "Do you know anything?" he asked. "Nothing definite. I've been studying their methods for some time. What they've been trying to do practically is to corner wheat. No one has ever succeeded in doing it yet. I don't think they will. My belief is that they are coming to the end of their tether, and there is still a large shipment of wheat which will be afloat next week." Kendrick answered an enquiry through the telephone and leaned back in his chair. "Wingate," he said, "I'm not sure that I actually agree with you about the B. & I. They have a wonderful system of subsidiary companies, and their holdings of wheat throughout the country are enormous,--all bought, mind you, at much below to-day's price. If they were to realise to-day, they'd realise an enormous profit. Personally, it seems to me that they've made their money and they can realise practically when they like. The price of wheat can't slump sufficiently to put them in Queer Street." "The price of wheat is coming down, though, and coming down within the next ten days," Wingate pronounced. Kendrick stretched out his hand towards the cigarettes and passed the box across to his friend.