cast in negative fashion a slur upon that
gentleman.

Mr. Harley was too ready with his belief in Storri's indifference; that
the latter, for all his surface stoicism, took a serious, not to say a
revengeful, view of the business, found indication on a later painful
day. The experience taught Storri that he might expect neither favor nor
generosity from Mr. Harley; and this, considering how in all they must
adventure in Credit Magellan Mr. Harley would have him in his power,
filled Storri with an angry uneasiness. He decided that for his own
security, if nothing more, he might better bestir himself to gain a
counter-grip upon Mr. Harley. And thereupon Storri began to lie in
ambush for Mr. Harley; and at a lurking, sprawling warfare that sets
gins and dead-falls, and bases itself on surprise, your savage makes a
formidable soldier.

Storri, wisely and without price, had one day aided a sugar company in
securing Russian foothold in Odessa. That aid was ground-bait meant to
lure the sugar favor. This sugar company made more profit on its stocks
than on its sugar. It was in the habit, with one device or another, of
sending the quotations of its shares up and down like an elevator. In
requital of that Odessa good, the president of the sugar company, the
week after, gave Storri a private hint to sell sugar stock. Storri
responded by placing an order selling ten thousand shares.

Storri took no one into his confidence touching sugar. Going the other
way, he urged Mr. Harley to buy on their mutual account two thousand
shares, assuring him that he had been given word, from sources
absolutely sure, of a coming "bull" movement in the stock.

Mr. Harley, who knew of that Odessa favor, believed. Storri, as further
evidence of faith, gave Mr. Harley a check covering what initial margins
would be required for his half of the purchase; and then to make all
secure, he placed in Mr. Harley's hands two hundred shares of a French
company worth that day fifteen thousand dollars.

"I don't want any argument to exist," laughed Storri, as he gave Mr.
Harley the French securities, "for closing me out should a squall strike
the market. Now I shall go to the club."

Mr. Harley also laughed, and took the French stock; acceptance always
came easy with Mr. Harley.

Mr. Harley bought those two thousand sugar shares at eleven o'clock. Two
hours later an extra was being cried about the streets. The sugar
company had ordered half its refineries