Every stock and share with which his name was known to be connected was coming down with a run, wiping out the accumulated profits of the Wizard at the rate of a thousand dollars a minute.
They not only questioned his honesty, but they went further and questioned his business capacity.
"The man," said Mr.Lucullus Fyshe, sitting in the Mausoleum Club and breathing freely at last after having disposed of all his holdings in the Erie Auriferous, "is an ignoramus.

I asked him only the other day, quite casually, a perfectly simple business question.

I said to him.
'T.C.

Bonds have risen twenty-two and a half in a week.

You know and I know that they are only collateral trust, and that the stock underneath never could and never would earn a par dividend.