“If we even see the first act,” mourned Laura. She scanned the faces of the late comers anxiously. Nobody seemed to mind being late. Even some of the other people who were waiting, chatted calmly among themselves. Directly behind them two men, their faces close together, elaborated an interminable conversation, of which from time to time they could overhear a phrase or two.

“⁠—and I guess he’ll do well if he settles for thirty cents on the dollar. I tell you, dear boy, it was a smash !”

“Never should have tried to swing a corner. The short interest was too small and the visible supply was too great.”

Page nudged her sister and whispered: “That’s the Helmick failure they’re talking about, those men. Landry Court told me all about it. Mr. Helmick had a corner in corn, and he failed today, or will fail soon, or something.”