“Going all right, eh?” Asherton-Smith asked. His teeth were chattering, but not with cold. “Pretty satisfied, eh?”
Ericsson nodded and grinned. He looked white and uneasy.
“I’ve started the machinery,” he said. “When prices have dropped five or six points we are going to buy quietly. Mind you, I’m going to make no secret of it. I’m going to pose as the saviour of the market, the one man who refuses to bow to the panic—shall swagger about the stuff being there in spite of a dozen earthquakes.. I shall boast that at bed rock prices we can afford to buy to hold. That line will avert suspicion from us when the cat is out of the bag and our fortunes made. And you’ll have to back me up on this. What a row there will be when the truth comes to be told!”
Ericsson and his partner pushed their wa
