another point—broker demanding margin—awful moment—flunked and ran—couldn't face Ellen—thought of suicide—came out here. Awful state of mind—distracted—lay awake nights! Hu! funniest thing ever! Said to a man at the club one day, 'Got hard hit when So-and-so went to 39.' Man looked at me 's if he thought I was lying. 'So-and-so never did go to 39,' says he. 'Never went below 39½—had a lot myself—know what I'm talking about—and it only stayed there a minute,' says he. 'What!' I said, 'what?' ''Way up now,' says he. I hadn't followed market at all—hadn't looked at the papers—hadn't felt like it. 'How high?' said I. 'About 107,' says he. Made me feel creepy all over. Seemed some damned American millionaire—God bless him—named Dunbar— What's the matter?" Beauling had jumped at the name.
"Nothing," he said.
"And another one," Tibbs continued, "named Wareing"—Beauling laughed aloud—"got hold of the damned thing
