With the last word he drove the ball home and straightened up.Gretry laid down his cue and looked at him quickly.But he did not speak.Jadwin sat down on one of the straight-backed chairs upon the raised platform against the wall and rested his elbows upon his knees.
"Sam," he said, "the time is come for a great big change." He emphasised the word with a tap of his cue upon the floor."We can't play our game the way we've been playing it the last three years.We've been hammering wheat down and down and down, till we've got it below the cost of production; and now she won't go any further with all the hammering in the world.The other fellows, the rest of this Bear crowd, don't seem to see it, but I see it.Before fall we're going to have higher prices.Wheat is going up, and when it does I mean to be right there.""We're going to have a dull market right up to the beginning of winter," persisted the other.
"Come and say that to me at the beginning of winter, then," Jadwin retorted."Look here, Sam, I'm short of May five hundred thousand bushels, and to-morrow morning you are going to send your boys on the floor for me and close that trade.""You're crazy, J.," protested the broker."Hold on another month, and I promise you, you'll thank me.""Not another day, not another hour.This Bear campaign of ours has come to an end.That's said and signed.""Why, it's just in its prime," protested the broker.
"Great heavens, you mustn't get out of the game now, after hanging on for three years.""I'm not going to get out of it."
"Why, good Lord!" said Gretry, "you don't mean to say that----""That I'm going over.That's exactly what I do mean.
I'm going to change over so quick to the other side that I'll be there before you can take off your hat.
I'm done with a Bear game.It was good while it lasted, but we've worked it for all there was in it.
I'm not only going to cover my May shorts and get out of that trade, but"--Jadwin leaned forward and struck his hand upon his knee--"but I'm going to _buy._ I'm going to buy September wheat, and I'm going to buy it to-morrow, five hundred thousand bushels of it, and if the market goes as I think it will later on, I'm going to buy more.I'm no Bear any longer.I'm going to boost this market right through till the last bell rings; and from now on Curtis Jadwin spells B-u- double l--Bull.""They'll slaughter you," said Gretry, "slaughter you in cold blood.You're just one man against a gang--a gang of cutthroats.Those Bears have got millions and millions back of them.You don't suppose, do you, that old man Crookes, or Kenniston, or little Sweeny, or all that lot would give you one little bit of a chance for your life if they got a grip on you.Cover your shorts if you want to, but, for God's sake, don't begin to buy in the same breath.You wait a while.If this market has touched bottom, we'll be able to tell in a few days.I'll admit, for the sake of argument, that just now there's a pause.But nobody can tell whether it will turn up or down yet.Now's the time to be conservative, to play it cautious.""If I was conservative and cautious," answered Jadwin, "I wouldn't be in this game at all.I'd be buying U.S.
four percents.That's the big mistake so many of these fellows down here make.They go into a game where the only ones who can possibly win are the ones who take big chances, and then they try to play the thing cautiously.If I wait a while till the market turns up and everybody is buying, how am I any the better off?
No, sir, you buy the September option for me to-morrow--five hundred thousand bushels.I deposited the margin to your credit in the Illinois Trust this afternoon."There was a long silence.Gretry spun a ball between his fingers, top-fashion.
"Well," he said at last, hesitatingly, "well--I don't know, J.--you are either Napoleonic--or--or a colossal idiot.""Neither one nor the other, Samuel.I'm just using a little common sense....Is it your shot?,""I'm blessed if I know."
"Well, we'll start a new game.Sam, I'll give you six balls and beat you in"--he looked at his watch--"beat you before half-past nine.""For a dollar?"
"I never bet, Sam, and you know it."
Half an hour later Jadwin said:
"Shall we go down and join the ladies? Don't put out your cigar.That's one bargain I made with Laura before we moved in here--that smoking was allowable everywhere.""Room enough, I guess," observed the broker, as the two stepped into the elevator."How many rooms have you got here, by the way?""Upon my word, I don't know," answered Jadwin."Idiscovered a new one yesterday.Fact.I was having a look around, and I came out into a little kind of smoking-room or other that, I swear, I'd never seen before.I had to get Laura to tell me about it."The elevator sank to the lower floor, and Jadwin and the broker stepped out into the main hallway.From the drawing-room near by came the sound of women s voices.
"Before we go in," said Jadwin, "I want you to see our art gallery and the organ.Last time you were up, remember, the men were still at work in here."They passed down a broad corridor, and at the end, just before parting the heavy, sombre curtains, Jadwin pressed a couple of electric buttons, and in the open space above the curtain sprang up a lambent, steady glow.
The broker, as he entered, gave a long whistle.The art gallery took in the height of two of the stories of the house.It was shaped like a rotunda, and topped with a vast airy dome of coloured glass.Here and there about the room were glass cabinets full of bibelots, ivory statuettes, old snuff boxes, fans of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries.The walls themselves were covered with a multitude of pictures, oils, water-colours, with one or two pastels.
But to the left of the entrance, let into the frame of the building, stood a great organ, large enough for a cathedral, and giving to view, in the dulled incandescence of the electrics, its sheaves of mighty pipes.
"Well, this is something like," exclaimed the broker.
