ock--you know you must be careful not to let any
one at his office know that you're connected with me. See him--ask
him--no, telephone Tavistock to come at once--and you find out all you
can independently--especially about the Fanning-Smiths and Great Lakes
and Gulf."

"Very well," said Culver.

"A great deal depends on your success," continued Dumont--"a great deal
for me, a great deal--a VERY great deal for you."

His look met Culver's and each seemed satisfied with what he saw. Then
Culver went, saying to himself: "What makes him think the
Fanning-Smiths were mixed up in the raid? And what on earth has G. L.
and G. got to do with it? Gad, he's a WONDER!" The longer Culver
lived in intimacy with Dumont the greater became to him the mystery of
his combination of bigness and littleness, audacity and caution, devil
and man. "It gets me," he often reflected, "how a man can plot to rob
millions of people in one hour and in the next plan endowments for
hospitals and colleges; despise public opinion one minute and the next
be courting it like an actor. But that's the way with all these big
fellows. And I'll know how to do it when I get to be one of 'em."

As the nurse reentered Dumont's bedroom he called out, lively as a boy:
"SOMETHING to eat! ANYthing to eat! EVERYthing to eat!"

The nurse at first flatly refused to admit Tavistock. But at half-past
nine he entered, tall, lean, lithe, sharp of face, shrewd of eye,
rakish of mustache; by Dumont's direction he closed and locked the
door. "Why!" he exclaimed, "you don't look much of a sick man. You're
thin, but your color's not bad and your eyes are clear. And down-town
they have you dying."

Dumont laughed. Tavistock instantly recognized in laugh and look
Dumont's battle expression. "Dying--yes. Dying to get at 'em.
Tavistock, we'll kick those fellows out of Wall Street before the
middle of next week. How much Great Lakes is there floating on the
market?"

Tavistock looked puzzled. He had expected to talk National Woolens,
and this man did not even speak of it, seemed absorbed in a stock in
which Tavistock did not know he had any interest whatever. "G. L. and
G.?" he said. "Not much--perhaps thirty thousand shares. It's been
quiet for a long time. It's an investment stock, you know."

Dumont smiled peculiarly. "I want a list of the stock-holders--not
all, only those holding more than a thousand shares."

"There aren't many big holders. M