Gretry did not answer. He twirled his pencil between his fingers, and stared down at the papers on his desk. Once he started to speak, but checked himself. Then at last he turned about.

“All right,” he said, briskly. “We’ll see what that will do.”

“I’m going over to the Illinois Trust now,” said Jadwin, putting on his hat. “When your boys come in for their orders, tell them for today just to support the market. If there’s much wheat offered they’d better buy it. Tell them not to let the market go below a dollar twenty. When I come back we’ll make out those cables.”