"You buy butter, eggs and cheeses, for instance?"
"Absolutely."
"Good. Now what was centralized Chicago yesterday?" he sprung at me.
"What score?" I said; and he was sure I was stalling.
"Ninety-three," he mentioned.
"Not quoted," I told him.
"Ninety-two, then!" he dared me.
"That was blob, too. But ninety was forty-seven and a half; eighty-nine opened at forty-five and lifted a half. Ninety-three in New York was fifty-five and was a half higher in Philadelphia. Butter to Chicago retailers, best (ninety-two to ninety-four) tubs, fifty-three, prints one and a half more, cartons yet a half higher. Good tubs"
He held up a hand. I'd looked up butter, he figured; so he skipped down the column. "Eggs?" he asked me.
"Extras, first or miscellaneous?" I asked him. "Checks or dirties? Forty-eight to forty-nine, and down to twenty-five."
I shook him; but that bulldog jaw was not for nothing. He still held on. "Cheese!" he dared me.
