Then, Landry, beside himself with excitement and with actual terror, hardly knowing even yet what he did, turned sharply about. He fought his way out of the Pit; he ran hatless and panting across the floor, in and out between the groups of spectators, down the stairs to the corridor below, and into the Gretry-Converse offices.

In the outer office a group of reporters and the representatives of a great commercial agency were besieging one of the heads of the firm. They assaulted him with questions.

“Just tell us where you are at⁠—that’s all we want to know.”

“Just what is the price of July wheat?”

“Is Jadwin winning or losing?”

But the other threw out an arm in a wild gesture of helplessness.