Eben Snow got the fourteen and a half,
I believe, the highest price. He needed it less than anybody else, which
is usually the way. Doctor Powers sold his for twelve and a half. Said
he thought, when he was doin' it, that he was mighty lucky. Now he
wishes he hadn't sold at all, but had waited. 'Don't sell yours for a
penny less than fifteen, Martha,' he told me. 'There's somethin' up.
Either Raish has heard somethin' and is buyin' for a speculation,
or else he's actin' as somebody else's agent.' What did you say, Mr.
Bangs?"
Galusha had not said anything; and what he said now was neither
brilliant nor original.
"Dear me, dear me!" he murmured. Martha looked at him, keenly.
"Why, what is it, Mr. Bangs?" she asked. "Raish's buyin' the stock won't
make any difference to you, will it?"
"Eh?... To ME? Why--why, of course not. Dear me, no. Why--ah--how could
it make any difference to me?"
"I didn't mean you, yourself. I meant to the Cabot, Bancroft and Cabot
people, or whoever it was that bought my stock."
"Oh--oh, oh! To them? Oh, yes, yes! I thought for the moment you
referred to me personally. Ha, ha! That would have been very--ah--funny,
wouldn't it? No, I don't think it will make any difference to
Cousin--ah--I mean to the purchasers of your shares. No, no,
indeed--ah--yes. Quite so."
If Miss Phipps noticed a slight incoherence in this speech, she did not
comment upon it.
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