“Hey?” he said. “What do you think of that, Laura,” he clapped down his big hand upon his chair arm, “a whole half million⁠—at one grab? Maybe they’ll say down there in La Salle Street now that I don’t know wheat. Why, Sam⁠—that’s Gretry my broker, Mr. Corthell, of Gretry, Converse & Co. ⁠—Sam said to me Laura, tonight, he said, ‘ J. ,’⁠—they call me ‘ J. ’ down there, Mr. Corthell⁠—‘ J.