e of New York is a client of yours."
Kendrick passed across the spare receiver to Wingate and paused for a
moment whilst the latter held it to his ear.
"He is," Kendrick admitted.
"Well, I am given to understand that he is coming into the City to do
business," Phipps continued. "If he is in any way disposed to be a
seller, we are buyers of wheat for autumn delivery at market price,
perhaps even a shade over."
"Any quantity?" Kendrick enquired.
"A hundred thousand--anything up to a million bushels, if Mr. Wingate
feels like coming in big. Anyway, we're ready to talk business. Will you
put it up to your client?"
"I will."
"Shall you be seeing him soon?"
"This morning, probably."
"Thought you might," the voice at the other end of the telephone
observed, "as I saw him step into your office half an hour ago. Give him
my compliments and say I hope we may make a deal together."
"Certainly," Kendrick promised. "Good morning."
The two men laid down their receivers. Kendrick's eyes twinkled.
"Well, that fellow's a sport, anyway," he declared.
"I suppose in one sense of the word he is," Wingate admitted. "So he
wants me to sell him wheat, eh? It looks a good thing at these
prices, Kendrick, doesn't it, and a normal harvest coming along on
the other side?"
"That's for you to say," was the cautious reply. "These big deals in
commodities which have to be delivered on a certain date always seem to
me a little out of the sphere of legitimate gambling."
"At the same time," Wingate remarked, "the price of wheat to-day is
scandalous. If the B. & I. forced it up any higher, I should think that
the Government must intervene."
"I shouldn't reckon upon it."
"Naturally! I shouldn't enter into a gamble, taking that as a certainty.
At the same time, I want to view the matter in all its bearings. I can't
conceive any private firm being allowed to boost up the price of wheat to
such an extent for purposes of speculation."
"It would be devilish difficult," Kendrick pointed out, "to trace the
whole thing to the B. & I."
Wingate took a cigarette from the open box upon the office table, lit it
and smoked for a moment thoughtfully.
"Kendrick," he said, "I am a good friend and a good enemy; Peter Phipps
is my enemy. We should probably shake hands if we met, we might even sit
down at the same table, but we know the truth. Each of us in his heart
desires nothing in the world so much as the ruin of the other."
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