Landry and the other Gretry traders hurried from the office up to the floor. Landry’s heart was beating thick and slow and hard, his teeth were shut tight. Every nerve, every fibre of him braced itself with the rigidity of drawn wire, to meet the issue of the impending hours. Now, was to come the last grapple. He had never lived through a crisis such as this before. Would he prevail, would he keep his head? Would he avoid or balk the thousand and one little subterfuges, tricks, and traps that the hostile traders would prepare for him⁠—prepare with a quickness, a suddenness that all but defied the sharpest, keenest watchfulness?