"
"You found the money came in useful, didn't you?" said Oliver,
sarcastically.
"Yes, I can use what I've got."
"And when that's gone?"
"I don't know about that yet. But I'll find some way that I like
better."
"All right," said Oliver; "it's your own lookout. I will make my own
little pile."
They rode down town in a cab together. "Where does your information
come from this time?" asked Montague.
"The same source," was the reply.
"And is it Transcontinental again?"
"No," said Oliver; "it's another stock."
"What is it?"
"It's Mississippi Steel," was the answer.
Montague turned and stared at him. "Mississippi Steel!" he gasped.
"Why, yes," said Oliver. "What's that to you?" he added, in
perplexity.
"Mississippi Steel!" Montague ejaculated again. "Why, didn't you
know about my relations with the Northern Mississippi Railroad?"
"Of course," said Oliver; "but what's that got to do with
Mississippi Steel?"
"But it's Price who is managing the deal--the man who owns the
Mississippi Steel Company!"
"Oh," said the other, "I had forgotten that.
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