CHAPTER 3The following day, Mr. Clackworthy and Mr. Waddington were walking along La Salle Street when the former was hailed by a brusque, dignified man of perhaps sixty, with iron-gray hair and shrewd eyes. It was none other than “Pop” Blanchard. As might be suspected, the apparently accidental meeting had been arranged by careful design.
“Hello, Mr. Clackworthy. Just about to spend a two-cent stamp on you. Got a check up at my office for you—profit on that S. and K. stock that you sold short.”
“Fine!” answered Mr. Clackworthy. “I’ll go with you now if you’re headed that way. Mr. Blanchard, this is Mr. Wallace Waddington, oil man from Texas. Mr. Blunchaid, Waddington, is a sure-thing gambler.”
“What!” exclaimed Pop indignantly.
“He gambles with other people’s money—he’s a broker,” sai
